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drift down to her clit.
    “Go to sleep, Mr. X.” She stroked herself gently. “I’m lying in your arms, and the heavy movement of your chest feels so wonderful. I’m so glad I could make you feel that way, make you come that hard.”
    “Oh, baby.” Yes, he was definitely almost asleep. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
    Her heart lurched at his words and she pressed the headphone closer to her ear. “Mr. X?”
    When there was no answer, she knew he was asleep. He would see her in the morning? Damn, this was getting bad. As soon as the Christmas party was over she needed to end it, tell the operators she’d gotten too close and if Mr. X called and asked for her, they needed to tell him she was unavailable.
    It would be the best thing in the long run .
    She took off the headset and wiggled down into the bed, letting her fingers touch her clit gently. It took no time at all for her to climax. Her pussy was soaking wet and she imagined Burke Gordon over her, pumping his hard cock into her tightness.
    “Burke!” She yelled out his name as she came, then turned and buried her face in the pillow, tears flooding down her face. Damn, life really did suck. Big time. She finally found a man who seemed to appreciate her and he was unattainable. She wanted to curl up into a ball and stay in this one place for the rest of her life.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    He was such a moron. Burke stared at the information on his desk, wondering why he’d done something that he’d known was wrong. The last two nights with Serendipity had been perfect, and when he’d woken up this morning and realized he’d fallen asleep thinking she was beside him in his bed, he knew he had to do something about it.
    He’d called one of the firm’s private investigators and put him on the case. “This is personal,” Burke had said. “Bill me, and don’t say anything to anyone.”
    O’Brien hadn’t asked any questions, and an hour and a half later, Burke’s home fax machine had whirled to life, spitting out the name and address of one Fallon Nicholas, a court reporter who lived right here in San Diego.
    His cock had hardened when her picture had rolled out of the machine. She was absolutely gorgeous. The photo had been pulled from the Phelps and Jones website, and Burke had gone to the site immediately, verifying what O’Brien had told him.
    Fallon Nicholas was thirty-three, which made her a year older than Burke . She was not a pencil thin girl, but a voluptuous woman. She had rich dark hair and hazel eyes that shone with merriment as she smiled for the camera.
    Burke fingered the papers once more and an image of her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his cock popped into his mouth. His dick sprang into action, pressing against his pants. This wouldn’t do, wouldn’t do at all. He had a meeting with Mr. Watson in thirty minutes, and if he went in there with a hard on, that would be a bad thing.
    Things on the Thompson divorce were not going well, and the firm was not happy. But Burke was, as long as he thought about Serendipity…no Fallon. That was who he’d talked to last night. He had to have this woman in his life, and it had to be more than just over the phone.
    The decision to call Phelps and Jones was rash, but he had to hear her voice.
    The receptionist answered and he asked to speak with Ms. Nichols. Seconds later her sensuous voice came through the phone and settled right in his balls. “This is Fallon.”
    “Hello, this is Burke Gordon from White, Watson and Wilson.”
    There was the slightest pause and then she said , her voice just a little deeper than it had been moments ago. “Yes, sir, what can I do for you?”
    Pleasure shot through him. She knew who he was. She knew he was Mr. X.
    “Your firm did a deposition for us last week and the file seems to have been misplaced. I was wondering if you could bring it by my office, say at six? ”
    She was breathing heavily now, almost like she had been the first night, when