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In the supply closet at work With her boss Who stole her job

Ah, hell, as she doing?

No stray thought, not even one as strong as job stealer, made her break away Instead, she slid her body around so that her breasts pushed against histhe taut skin under clothes she wanted to rip off Her own clothes were a bother, too, as her breasts swelled over the cups of her bra, her nipples in agony as they brushed against the silk, her body wanting to be naked and licked and laved and touched and driven into

His response wasn'tso fast she was close to stripping off her panties and hoping he would lift her up, thrust into her and fuck her against the back wall, their poundinghis shoulder

Alas, it was Matt who had to come to his senses first, because her mind was cotton candy and she was ready to be stuffed in his ar by his tongue

"Oh, Lydia, I can't," he groaned "We can't" Spitting out the word, he was obviously torn, and she struggled against her devilish ability to ain How earnest he sounded, how conflicted, a co hiuarded and worried and territorial to, wellfree Free to feel what she felt, touch what she wanted, invite what she needed, and protect what needed to be saved Inhaling his scent, she found that saer, but not the kind that hurts

Quite the opposite

"I know," she answered, daring to brush one hand against his tight package, the simplest of surveys to see if what she wanted hat she expected Bigger and thicker than what her hand sought, deliciously hard and ready Even the quick touch htening about her, one hand loosening to grab her wrist as she turned bold, ready to stroke

"If you do that again, it won't be your hand touching s wide open, panties ripped off and dangling froritted teeth, the only regret that you couldn't screarowled Growled! Voice low and graveling, turning her insides to red wetness Take ht

"Will this be in my performance review?" she whispered

His ue driven to clai to wrap and encompass and clinch as e, pulling at his tucked-in shirt, desperate for the touch of his hot skin, fingers fascinated by the grooves in his abs, thedown to so –

Beep! Beep! Beep! A piercing sound throbbed the air What the hell?

"What is that?" he shouted, standing suddenly, his stance one of defense and protectiveness The supply closet wasn't er than a dorm room or a tiny bedroom, and there weren't any electronics in here

Lydia stood, s if her lips looked as raw and swollen as they felt "Fire alar closer to her, protective and worried

"What day is it?"

"Friday"

"Then itdoes a test on the first Friday of the ust 1"

Without a word, she looked at him, a bit woozy and so shocked by her own easy ular kiss that she felt like she wasn't really Lydia

And then she opened the door, took a deep breath, and left

Her words were so programmed, so automatic, so administrative that he wanted to snatch her out of here, carry her soo, his hands about to explore her ue done with her mouth and ready to seek other pleasures, other tastes

Sed by the crowd of office workers all flocking to the staircases, she disappeared into nothingness, leaving hi and craven He had instituted the o, shortly after the 9/11 attacks Required by law a few years after he'd added them, the first s ago, when he'd had what – 400? – employees, an earlier incarnation of Bournhaiant behe time

Some part of his brain needed this reflection to calm down, move away froasps as his hands had brushed against her –

"Mmmmmm - att! You probably didn't knohat to do, huh? First time" Jerry, one of the custodians, pointed hi's west corner "Fire alar In his fifties, stooped, bald, but with a friendly s eye, Jerry had been with the company since his father owned it, and Mike understood the stutter in calling out his name