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now…right now.
    “Relax. Let it go,” he growled. “Give me your orgasm. Share
it with me.”
    Tor flicked and pinched Mouse’s clit until finally she
couldn’t fight it anymore and gave herself to the Dominant who played her body
so expertly. When she let go, her hips lifted from the desk and she threw back
her head with a scream. It was too much…and not enough. She wanted Tor with
her…
    “Please come, Sir. Please,” she whimpered as her belly
quivered and spasms of pleasure jerked along every nerve ending in her body. As
if it was her request that he’d been waiting for, he shouted and thrust
deep—his body jerking as his orgasm took him over.
    At the end, he collapsed forward, his damp forehead finally
resting on her breastbone between her clamped nipples. She continued to twitch
as residual shocks tormented her. He lifted his head and removed both clamps.
She arched beneath him and another orgasm ripped through her body. He chuckled
weakly as her cunt secured him inside her.
    “Fuck, Miss Squeak, you’re gonna kill me here.” He sighed.
    As she lay gasping, he untied her wrists.
    “Ah, my lovely one, I could take you all night, but I think
you’ve had enough for now. Perhaps we can find each other again…another time.”
    “I’d like that.”
    “We aren’t done here, sweetheart.” He lowered his head to
press kisses to the curve of her neck. “Not by half.”
    Mouse shivered at the promise in his husky voice, wishing
she could show Tor her face so he’d know who he’d just had sex with. But she
couldn’t. For the next six months they were going to be business partners, and
Regine had always taught her that sex and business didn’t mix. But at least
she’d had her fantasy…if only for one night.

Chapter Three
     
    It was only as she stood in front of Erotically Bound at
eight thirty a.m. on Monday morning that she realized she didn’t have a key.
Had he done this on purpose? She hoped not. It would be tough enough to look
him in the eye after their adventure on Saturday night—especially since he
didn’t know his submissive playmate had been her. But if she knew he really
didn’t want her here that much, she’d be tempted just to throw in the
towel.
    Damn it. A walk around the building was her only course of
action. Unfortunately, the service entrance in the back was just as locked as the
main door. Mouse stomped back to the front of the building to glare at the
mirrored glass façade. At least the wind wasn’t whipping her coat around, but
it was damn cold today. She didn’t even have the phone number for the club.
Shit, shit, shit! She pulled out her cell, deciding maybe a call to the lawyer
would get her somewhere until she realized she still had Tor’s cell number on
speed dial.
    In the last few months before Regine died, Tor wanted her to
call if there was any change at all. Thank God, she hadn’t dumped the number.
She hit speed dial and waited. Two rings and he picked up.
    “Mouse?”
    “Yes.”
    “Where the hell are you? You’re late.”
    She started to feel a swell of guilt fill her which she
promptly squashed. “I’ve been searching for a way into the building for the
last half-hour. I’m standing in front right now.”
    “Oh…” There was a pause. “Sorry about that. All the staff
has a key and our service people don’t start coming by until ten a.m.”
    “You want to come and let me in?”
    The door opened and she sighed, hanging up the phone. Damn,
he’d moved fast. Tor smiled at her, looking as hot as he had Saturday night.
Hotter actually, since she now knew what an amazing cock he had. She felt heat
rush to her face. He held the door open so she had to slip past him to squeeze
through. Just brushing against him had her pussy wet. Oh dear. Maybe Saturday
night had been a bad idea. A really bad idea. How was she going to work with
this guy without giving herself away?
    She looked away from Tor to take in the interior of the club
and almost tripped over