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She sat opposite hihs, just a bit He iers across her s down her panties, curving his fingers into the hot flesh of her ass cheeks

Christ He’d spent all Saturday working on next quarter’s business plan In the previous day’s bike race against sorueling part of the course and crashed He’d had a shot of Crown before going to bed but skipped taking anything else for the pain He’d slept like hell, and he’d spent too long working out cra

Now, he wished he had taken the edge off

It had been over a month since he’d visited the Retreat, a BDSM club in a historic warehouse on Buffalo Bayou in don Houston, and even longer since he’d enjoyed the singular pleasure of playing with a sub at the discreet second-story Quarter in New Orleans Of course being this close to an attractive feive him an erection Shit He couldn’t force hi lie Every day, he was surrounded by beautiful wo to her frantic breaths as she waited for his belt…waited for his touch It was more than the sound of her voice or the innocent-yet-provocative shoes, it was carnal desire Lust The last tie and far more helpless than he was now

He ihts and focused on the task in front of him

Picking up the first file, he flipped it open

The top page had a name, a picture, and the vital statistics of a beautiful twenty-four-year-old blonde She was a UT Austin graduate, a pageant winner who flashed a tiara-worthy sed schools

In every way, on paper, she should interest him She was attractive, kne to handle herself in public, and she had philanthropic inclinations

Naturally his —less than nothing He was uninspired and disinterested The hard-on he’d been sporting vanished He glanced up at Hope Malloy “You said chemistry matters?”

“She doesn’t appeal to you?”

“Not in the least”

“Perhaps you’ll have better luck with another choice?”

He didn’t