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cushion. Ass facing me.
Count every strike.”
    Human nature amped up my nerves as
it sunk in that he was about to use the belt on me, but I
practically ran to the chair, wasting no time before I put both
hands down, bottom up and waiting.
    As much as I liked to pretend I
forgot my training to get a rise out of him, I knew how important
it was to count. It would give me something to concentrate on
besides the fear that bubbled in my gut and the sting of the
leather, but it also grounded him.
    The whistle cut through the silence.
When it collided with my flesh, the hiss of pain became a
shout.
    “One.”
    We didn’t make it past five before I
was using the color. His eyes were wild, crazed with a need that
could have made me climax all by itself. And then I saw him
bulging, every inch solid. Lips, core, ass--I didn’t care. I just
wanted him. I stepped forward, catching his eye as my lips trembled
with anticipation. I was sure that he was about to corder me to my
knees, but I was wrong.
    “Turn back around.”
    I wheeled back around, feeling the
chilly air agains the wet of my juices before a moan ripped from my
lungs. He moved inside of me, reminding me of everything I missed,
everything I ever needed. When the first climax rocked me I knew I
was losing it. Moaning, crying out. His moans matched
mine.
    His fingers cut into the tender
flesh of my hips as he released, filling me. Pieces of him mixing
with pieces of me.
    We pushed out of the bathroom. Me
tugging at my dress, he looping his overnight bag over his
shoulder, pointed toward the exit. Most people avoided our gaze
altogether. Maggie was near the concierge desk and flashed me a
wink that made me whisper ‘oh my god’.
    I looked up into his blue eyes.
Embarrassment and shame made me want to die right there. “Just how
loud were we?”
    His eyes smoldered. “Loud
enough.”
    My whole face tingled as I squeezed
my eyes shut. “They know ...they’re looking at
us...”
    When it came out I wished I could
take it back. Whenever we fooled around at the office and I brought
up concerns about other employees gossiping about it he’d comment
they’d be out of there so fast their head would spin. He had enough
clout that he’d make anyone looking at us sideways regret not
averting their gaze and I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble
because we couldn’t contain ourselves.
    But the look he wore wasn’t the one
he used when he was on the warpath. The look was playful and heart
meltingly sexy. He gripped my hand with a smile.
    “Let them talk.”

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    I knew it was gonna be one of those
days before I even walked through the revolving door at the
Whitmore building. One of those days that made you wonder why you
got out of bed in the first place. A kind of day where the stars
align and everything that could possibly go wrong does.
    It started off with Jacob letting me
sleep in because I was so tired. This whole thing could have been a
segue into something sexy considering the reason I was so exhausted
had everything to do with nakedness, wetness, and awesomeness.
Instead, I woke up alone, freaking out for a minute and thinking
I’d dreamt up that he was back. Unfortunately, I still jerked awake
an hour past the time I needed to be up to make it to the big
midweek meeting Missy headed up; right when people were getting
used to me being in the trenches and shunning special treatment, I
went and did something I knew I would never get reprimanded
for.
    And that was just the
beginning.
    After I was late, I had not time to
whip up coffee so I decided to swing by Starbucks on the commute
and after getting the cabbie to wait, realized exactly why I never
did Starbucks on the way to the office. I got dangerously close to
giving the paparazzo who seemed intent on turning the wait into a
photoshoot the middle finger. Instead of anything newsworthy, he
got lots of grimaces, grit teeth, and glares.
    Naturally, I only got a sip or two
in before a pothole sent my cup