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celyn Killian wanting another lifestyle.”
Wise advise. She was thirty-five, had all her wits about her, a husband who adored her in a strange sort of way and the possibilities were endless for life after Killian Management. That decided, there’d be more meetings with attorneys as she hammered out the details, and some personal friends to assuage as she sent them to another management consultant in town, one without the shoddy reputation.
Looking out from her high-rise office to the city she loved, Jocelyn breathed deeply, thinking she was on the way to something new even if she had no idea what that might be. In her bones she was tired, the months having taken their toll. Perhaps she could convince Reg to take a long vacation.
A knock at the door startled her.
“Come in,” she said, seconds later seeing Ian Pennywhistle’s smiling face appear.
“Lunch, love?” he asked, slipping inside.
“I thought you were supposed to be gone?” she asked.
“Couple days yet, my dear. But that just means we have more time.”
“My husband’s home, and the game’s off,” she replied.
“Ah, I see,” he replied thoughtfully as he ambled toward her. “That just means we’ll have to be more careful.”
“No, it doesn’t mean that at all,” she answered him, remaining firm.
But Ian was sidling up to her where she sat behind her desk. Soon on one knee before her, his uncanny charm oozed about her like a thick, warm liquid. A hand worked its way up her leg and found her wet where her thighs meet and she was most womanly. One finger dipping into the lusty reservoir toyed daintily with the cottony folds inside.
“Just one more for the road.”
“No, Ian, no,” she replied trying to remove his hold on her—a difficult task when the attention was almost too delightful to pass up.
“Don’t say no. I’m not good at being denied and you know that.” How right he was. It had taken her weeks to tear herself away from the man when they were entangled years before. “In fact, I won’t take no as your answer.”
“It’s not a simple lunch you want, is it?” Jocelyn asked.
“What does lunch mean but a sensuous feast? And what would we be doing that we haven’t already done? I hardly think you should feel ashamed, but if you do, why turn me down? It will only add to that perverse and antiquated thrill of guilt.”
“You have extraordinary logic,” Jocelyn replied.
“I’m not trying to be logical, I avoid that at all cost. But you’re the woman I plan to dine on and I won’t be rejected.”
“Do I have to screw you to get rid of you?” she asked.
“No, just enjoy me.” His hand, having control of her hungry pussy, continued experimenting with the spasming hole, producing exactly the results he desired.
“You are leaving tomorrow?” she asked.
“Or the day after.”
“But today is it,” she said firmly.
“I promise, I’ll leave you to your marriage.”
“You’re mocking me.”
“Why would I do that when all I want is to make love to you?”
Desire so rampant, face flushed, heart beating, her skin burning hot – she would have climaxed just from the feel of his roving fingers, though Ian would not allow that.
“Where?” she asked.
“My little home away from home?” he suggested.
