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his hard length, slow at
first, but as the image of her grew sharper, he pumped his ruddy shaft harder
and faster. He could hear her cries of pleasure, soft, feminine, wanton. Her
breath hitching as he pushed inside the dark, tight tunnel of her wet flesh,
her warm, full breasts flattening against his chest, her nipples piercing his
torso.
    Seth clenched his eyes shut tighter, his head falling back
against the bathroom tiles. It was a fantasy, but he could almost taste her on
his lips, smell her, the sweet scent of her perfume. Her cunt was plush, tight,
wet around him as he sank into her over and over again. Seth groaned,
tightening his hand around his cock as he jacked himself faster. Every muscle
in his body corded, his gut clenched and he came on a swift jerk, a shattering
cry echoing off the walls as he shot his seed in thick ropes against the tile.
    He slumped against the shower and ran a hand through his
hair, finally opening his eyes when his panting eased. He felt like a fool.
Countless times he’d fantasized about Katherine, the one woman he could never
have, the one woman he shouldn’t even dare to want. Katherine was ballsy, a
real firecracker. She certainly wasn’t a submissive, probably didn’t possess a
submissive cell in her body, and yet, she’d taunted him the night before, then
in her office she’d revealed a side of her that hinted at more than just a
passing interest in submission.
    In the two years he’d known her, he’d never seen her yield
or bend to anyone. How could he be so sure that in the bedroom things would be
different? What if he was wrong about her? What if he introduced her to that
part of himself he’d only shown a chosen few and she rejected it—rejected him?
It would ruin their professional relationship, but there was more at stake than
that. He wanted Katherine, and not just for one night, a brief sexual odyssey
or even a passing affair—no, he wanted more, and from her, he would accept
nothing less.
    * * * * *
    Katherine went to bed soon after Seth left the kitchen but
she didn’t fall asleep. How could she? Her body pulsed with unfulfilled sexual
energy. How could Seth tease her like that, then leave her hanging? Even her
attempts at masturbation were useless. After coming so wondrously against his
bulging cock, she wanted the real thing, not her hand. She wanted Seth .
    It took her a long time to fall asleep, as pent-up sexual
frustration kept her tossing and turning. So when she was abruptly awoken in
the middle of the night, just after one o’clock, she was pissed .
    She shot straight up in her bed, the blaring of her alarm
wrenching her awake. Disoriented, her belly churned with fear as she breathed
slowly, trying to gather herself. Within seconds, she snapped into action,
reaching for the loaded .38 handgun inside the drawer of her bedside table.
Chambering the bullet, she slid out of bed and tiptoed across the room.
    Katherine listened for the sounds of movement but heard
nothing, only the alarm. She slowly cracked open her door and, with hesitant steps,
walked down the hall. She halted when the alarm abruptly stopped, her heart
pumping wildly in her chest.
    She turned the corner to her living room just as she heard
someone shout her name. She raised her gun, screaming when she saw one was
already pointed at her.
    A sharp curse drew her attention to her intruder’s face and
she lowered her gun with a startled frown.
    “Seth?”
    He flipped on the light and she blinked as her eyes adjusted
to the bright glare.
    “Of course it’s me,” he growled out. “What the hell’s wrong
with you?”
    “What the hell’s wrong with me?” She was incredulous. She’d
done nothing wrong. “You’re the one who tripped the alarm.”
    He glared at her. “I didn’t trip the damn alarm.” She yelped
when he wrenched the gun out of her hands. “And what the hell are you doing
with a gun, anyway? You could have gotten us both killed.”
    His words deflated her anger in an