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"Not in the dress code, I know" My eyebrows lift daringly "Are you going to take it off too?" I dare, referring to ht

Heart pounding, I s a luuar is probably not a good idea, is it?

I sit on the desk

"Do you wanta hand to my hip

"Yes" I s

He brushes my hair back Clutches my face Leans toward my ear "You taunt me" He brushes his lips to mine--the h s my shirt free from the waistband of ers war it off," he whispers, rough, inmy arms under my shirt to do as he asks, "taunt me" I smile, stand up, and drop my bra in the middle of the floor and sashay out of the roo when I’m back in my office chair, but when roan

God, I’m such a slut for him Why did I do that? And why did he not take me somewhere private so he could take off the rest? He’s thedifficult-to-seduce woe of my one crazy moment of weakness

Fuck

My

Luck!

We’re in his hohts, where he can skim some of the reports he asked Mr Lincoln for after the board ," I say

Neither of us is talking about the bra incident

Thank goodness

I can’t believe I did that

A little crazy ain (I’ve already stashed all s away to be sure of it)