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“Let’s just get this over with, shall we?” she said, her heart racing. “The owners of the plantation, Frank and Sherri, are waiting inside to hear what you’ve got to say about the harvest.”
/> He stepped nearer, until he was right up against her. “That’s not the only reason I came, and you know it.”
He ran the back of his hand down her neck, and the brush of his knuckles against her throat made her shiver. His touch was so startling that it set her adrift on a tide of emotions.
“I never stopped thinking about you, never stopped wanting you. You’re looking good, Leonie. Better than ever, in fact.”
Maybe I look good because I haven’t had to deal with you. She managed to turn away, and led him inside the house. As she did, she once again vowed to remain professional throughout the encounter, although she was beginning to see that was going to be easier said than done, especially as he seemed determined to push it. Then there was the fact that his presence strolling behind her was totally magnetic.
It’s a year since you’ve had sex, that’s all it is, she told herself, annoyed beyond belief. But she wanted him, always had. And he was so bad for her. When she had failed to understand him – and he’d failed to help her do so – she’d walked away. Far away. Queensland, Australia. She had exchanged a desk job at a leading fair trade coffee importer in London for a hard, hands-on job helping to stabilize and expand a struggling plantation. Working with the owners, she put her years of theory and training into practice at grass roots level. And she’d worked Mike out of her system, or so she thought.
She strode down the hallway and into the family kitchen, measuring each breath to calm herself. Frank and his wife, Sherri, the plantation owners, were standing by expectantly. That made it easier. This was incredibly important to them, and Leonie swung into hostess mode, ushering Mike over to meet them. Once she’d made the introductions, she stepped away. They’d prepared for this moment for so long, and she had helped Frank to choose the finest beans they’d harvested, making sure the mix was perfect.
Mike met them warmly and within moments he made Sherri laugh at length with an amusing anecdote about his long journey. He had that kind of magnetic personality – he could win anyone over. Leonie noticed that the intervening time had added a few more laughter lines around his sardonic smile, and a more relaxed twinkle to those luscious dark-brown eyes of his. He looked so bloody attractive. Leonie couldn’t keep her eyes off him while he chatted. His broad chest made her fingers ache to touch him, to lock her hands over his shoulders while she pressed her whole body to his in a true physical reunion – the sort she’d only allowed in her dreams.
When she’d first met him, over three years earlier, he’d been the same way, charming people. Her gaze drifted over the body she knew so well. It made her long to gravitate to him, to touch him as a lover might, and she swayed. She was remembering. Remembering this one time when he’d walked into her office and closed the door behind him.
Her office door always stayed open. The very fact he closed it sent up a warning flare.
Then he folded his arms across his chest and nodded at her, his mouth lifting at one corner. Dressed in a fine suit he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing – polished but predatory. His expression was positively wicked, and he just stood there and looked at her, making sure she knew what he’d come for.
Unable to resist, she rose to her feet, her legs weak under her.
When she stepped out from behind her desk, he walked over and urged her behind the filing cabinet, where he hiked her skirt up around her waist and touched her through the flimsy barrier of her French lace panties.
“You can’t mean to—”
“Oh yes,” he interrupted, “I do mean to. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.” Inserting one finger under her panties, he drew them to one side. Then he reached inside with his free hand, and slid a finger into her slit, making her gasp aloud.
Lifting one foot then the other, she grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life while he stroked her into a frenzy of arousal. She flashed her eyes at him, and he cinched her swollen clit between his knuckles, rocking his fingers gently until she climaxed. Lethal, he was thoroughly lethal. She was still clinging to him – her thighs taut and shuddering, her pussy slick with her juices – when he issued his next instruction.
“Turn around.” The look in his eyes spoke of pure mastery.
Following his command, she latched her fingers over the edge of the cabinet. He pulled her panties down her thighs, letting them trail around her ankles where they looked strangely obscene draped over her expensive designer heels. Slowly, lovingly, he’d stroked the outline of her bottom, as if savouring the shape of it, and then moved his hand lower. Even as his fingers opened her up, she grew damper, anticipating him.
A moment later came the merciful sound of his zipper, and his command. “Bend over.”
Bent at the waist, she clung to the cabinet as he probed inside her, his cock opening her up, stretching her and filling her to capacity. Leonie kept her eyes on the door, willing it not to open, her grateful pussy clutching his erection as she thought about the humiliation she would experience if someone walked in on them. The threat made her even hornier.
Mike knew that, because he loved pushing her, exploring her boundaries and then edging her over them. And he’d prepared her well. His cock slid easily against her slippery walls, over and over, until he had to put his hand over her mouth when she cried out at her peak, saving her honour amongst those who had offices along the corridor.
He threw her every time. She never knew where she stood.
One day, that was too much. It also wasn’t enough.
I wanted more than he could give me, she reflected, staring across Frank and Sherri’s kitchen at her ex-lover with a rueful sense of acceptance. She was fated to love a man who couldn’t settle.
It was then that she noticed he had his hand latched over his belt. With a sharp intake of breath, she realized it was the same belt she had given him as a gift, two years earlier. And he’d used it for more than holding his jeans up. He’d used it to stop her struggling against him during sex, which had made her struggle all the more.
Leonie shivered at the memory.
Mike stopped speaking.
Her gaze shot up to meet his.
He was smiling at her accusingly. He knew she’d been looking. He must have been keeping a subtle watch on her. She glanced away from his knowing stare, but images of what he used to do with that belt still flashed through her mind. He’d worn it on purpose today, she was sure of it. He’d worn it to remind her of what they used to be like together.
Sherri was pouring him a cup of fresh brew. The aroma reached Leonie, rich and intoxicating. Pride blossomed in her chest, levelling her head somewhat.
