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I was itching to feel those hands all over me. Touching me in all the right places. My chest, my abs, and even lower. The memory of her hand in my own made goosebumps come alive on my skin. Especially lower.
I knew I shouldn't have been thinking about my new secretary, but I couldn't help it.
Everything about that woman screamed sex appeal. I was powerless against it from the moment I first laid eyes on her in the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago.
I'd had to take one too many cold showers since then because of her. She'd flitted through my mind countless times. My wicked, teasing imagination. Those images had lessened a bit last week, but they were back in full force now. It seemed that seeing her again had reawakened those torturous thoughts.
I rubbed a hand against the rich cotton covering my thigh. The things I'd do to her. The places I would touch her and tease her. The ways I'd make her scream.
A knock at the door cut off my train of thought, and I sat up quickly.
Swiveling my chair back around, I picked up one of the numerous proposals and stared at it with false concentration. Again, nothing but a mess of words stared back at me.
I cleared my throat. "Come in."
The handle of the door dipped and in walked the woman of all my desires. In a tight black skirt that hugged her round hips, a loose blue blouse that showed off the curve of her full breasts, and black heels that made her legs appear longer, Sophia looked like every man's dream.
My eyes followed the sway of those pronounced hips as she strutted into my office and headed straight to my desk.
I gulped. This woman would no doubt be my undoing.
She stopped in front of my desk, and only then did I notice the dark green folder held gently in her hands.
"Is there anything I can assist you with, Miss Bennett?"
Sophia shook her head, with a sexy smile on her lips. "No, sir."
Blood rushed downwards at her use of the word "sir." I'd been addressed by that word numerous times, in both professional and nonprofessional situations, but none of those times mattered as much as now.
My mind immediately conjured up an entirely different scenario in which she could say that word. One where she was wearing significantly less.
"I only came to deliver the sales report to you. I already did the analysis for you, and I added a few other findings." She dropped the folder on my desk and leaned forward slightly. "I think you'll find that I did a good job."
Her voice was like velvet. Soft and alluring.
I skimmed through the report, trying to distract myself from her. A hum in approval escaped me. "This is excellent work."
She bent over completely, and I wished I was standing behind her. Although I couldn't complain about the front view. From where I was sat, the tops of her voluptuous breasts were revealed to me. The mere sight of them almost sent me over the edge.
I squeezed my fist tightly and pressed it into the hardwood of my desk.
Control yourself, Alex.
"I would offer nothing less."
"That's exactly what I want to hear. As I'm sure Amelia mentioned, I expect the very best out of all my employees." My gaze dipped down to her lips and then back up to her seductive eyes. "Particularly the ones I'll be working in such," I sucked in a deep breath, "close contact with."
She trailed a finger along my desk. Her long acrylic nails scratched the smooth brown surface. I could only imagine the kind of damage those nails would do to my body. The marks they'd leave all over my skin.
"Close contact," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, she drew her lips between her teeth, nibbling on them softly. "That sounds wonderful."
Her gaze fell to my clutched fist, and she let out a quiet chuckle. She placed her hand on mine and, achingly slow, she began straightening out my fingers.
When my palm was opened and turned to her, she tapped her finger in the center of my hand. The feeling was electric. I inhaled shakily. "And how close do you think we'll be getting?" She paused for a moment as she looked in my eyes. "Sir."
Again, with that word. What was she trying to do to me?
"Hopefully, very," I glanced down at her plump pink lips. I wanted, hungrily, to feel them pressed against my own. "Very close."
