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her tongue up that gorgeous white throat. He brought himself under control and put a hand over his mouth. “I am so sorry. That was rule number one broken.”
    “Yes it was. I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment.” She arched her eyebrow. Killian coughed and readjusted himself on the chair. A girl can dream . “So, let’s get started on the research. I have somewhere to be in about half an hour, but I’ll be back to check on you.”
    “Thank you.” He flipped the file folder open.
    It turned out that what Killian was looking for was in the very old section of the library. She was going to have do some serious searching for the journals. Over the years, it had turned into a mess down there and she was going to need at least a day to find some of them. Meanwhile, she pointed Killian in the right direction for some of the other references in the regular stacks.
    “You'll be ok? I have something I have to do.”
    “I'll be fine,” he said, focused on the screen.
    She stood. “I'll be back in a few hours.”
    He nodded and she walked away. She felt heady from being so close to him. His cedarwood scent was burned into her mind, and all she wanted to do was fist her hands into his hair. She was going to go straight to her office, but she had stop at the bathroom to cool herself down.
    Killian McInnis knew her. Knew her name. Where she worked.
    It was almost as though the angels in heaven were singing, and she wanted to skip down the hallway like a kid with a new toy
    Her logical brain kicked in with the first touch of the cold, damp paper towel. It didn't matter if Killian knew who she was. Even if they got along perfectly, he was vanilla. He might consider letting her tie him up once a while, but the hard stuff she liked? The whips and floggers and shibari? He would never agree to that. Her subs loved their bruises and she loved giving them; she didn't think that someone as Alpha as he was could deal with her Domme side.
    And there was Diane. The perfect wife for the perfect man. She sighed and looked in the mirror. Just enjoy his company. You might be lucky enough to get a friend out of him. That would be nice.
    Meanwhile. There was Everett. She saw the wicked smile light up her eyes.
    She unlocked the door to her office. She glanced at the clock and saw she was still right on time. She loved Mondays for just this reason; the scene started at 2 in the afteroon, and kept going until she was done or he offered the safe word. She also knew this part of the scene was dangerous. Personal interaction—she snorted at the delicate phrase and tried again. Flat out fucking like she and Everett did in the office were grounds for at the least suspension and more likely termination and charges. They were careful, but it was still a danger. The danger played into their scene so well.
    There was a knock on the door at exactly two. Cece smiled briefly and called, “Come in!”
    Everett let himself in. He locked it behind himself at her nod. “Good afternoon, Mistress.” He crossed his hands behind his back and bowed his head.
    “Good afternoon, Everett.” Cece unlocked the desk drawer. “Purple tie today.”
    “Yes mistress.”
    Perfect submissive. And she knew the body that hid under that suit. Her blood ran a little hotter.
    She motioned him to the couch tucked in the corner. He walked over but remained standing. Cece selected several items from the drawer,  and stood in front of him . “Then you’ve cleaned?”
    “Always, mistress,. I know the rules.”
    Oh, he did know the rules. “Good.” Cece stepped closer to him–close enough to feel his hard-as-steel erection through his pants. “Always so eager. Did you jerk off this morning, after your cleaning, knowing what you were preparing for?”
    “Yes, mistress,” he hissed.
    Cece caressed his hard length through the fabric. “Drop your pants.”
    His hands were quick, and Cece saw that he was commando. She approved, ever so much so; it made everything so