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“Don’t you know, Mr. Knight?” That breathy voice she used was going to make me come in my slacks. “We don’t get naked.”
“I’m willing to wait until after the show.”
Her smile was saucy as she tugged her bra straps down. Then she wiggled her shoulders as she reached behind her. My pulse jumped. Was she taking her bra off? I couldn’t tell if she was wearing pasties or tassels, and I needed to know right fucking now.
Just as her bra loosened and would’ve slipped down, she turned and peeked at me over her shoulder as she slipped the damn thing off all the way.
“Kitten, you’re fucking killing me.”
“Speaking of kittens...” She tightened the chokehold she had on me with a slow sway of her hips. Side to side. Side to side. “I have to shut the door, or they’ll come in and interrupt.”
She ditched the act and marched toward the door, butt cheeks jiggling, so damn tempting. After closing it, she wiggled her hips again and shot me a flirty look while holding her bra in front of her chest.
“That’s how I want to see you close every door in this house.”
“A gal sometimes has to improvise.” She sauntered toward me, her bra frustratingly covering all the important parts.
I clenched the fingers of each hand. She was so close. I could touch her. But then that’d be the end of it. She was giving me a glimpse into her life. A special feature only for Mr. Knight. I wasn’t fucking it up.
She slowly turned around, and when her back was to me, she held the bra out to one side. Then dropped it. My heart nearly stopped.
Pasties or tassels?
She turned her head to peer over her other shoulder. The sway she did with her hips turned rhythmic. Enraptured, I kept my gaze on her fleshy cheeks. I could lean forward and nibble them.
But I didn’t. I was an avid audience.
“Mr. Knight.” She adopted the sultry purr of a 1920s sex kitten. “Is that a pistol in your pants, or are you happy to see me?”
Despite the desire raging through my veins, I chuckled. “I’m very happy to see you.”
She linked her hands behind her neck and turned her face into an arm. “I heard there was one thing you really wanted to know.”
“Yeah?” The word came out guttural.
She spun, and there they were. Fucking tassels, swinging gently, a few strands tangled.
“I knew it.” I didn’t sound human. I sounded exactly like that guttural, ready-to-rut beast. “Christ.”
“This is the point where I strut around the stage and get a few more laughs while men and women stare at my tits.” She leaned on the arms of the chair again, tits and tassels in my face, right where I preferred them. “But I really want the performance to be over so you’ll touch me.”
That was all I needed to hear. I snaked a hand around the back of her head and dragged her onto my lap. The old chair squeaked, but I didn’t care. I claimed her mouth. She tightened her fingers in my shirt and moaned into me.
She pulled back. “I want you to know, I’m not asking you to quit working for the day. But I thought you deserved a break.”
I didn’t care how many questions were waiting in my inbox. I nipped at her lips. “I can’t seem to give a fuck about work when you’re around.”
“Yes, you do. But you’re really horny.”
“God, yes,” I groaned, diving back into her mouth.
Our tongues danced together before the demand for more pounded at my temples. If I released my dick, the day was over. And ultimately, I’d feel like shit that I left the office for sex and barely popped out to wave my kids off for the night when they left with Aggie. Tova knew me better than I did.
I swiveled the chair and closed my laptop. I set her on the edge of my desk. “Tonight, you’re mine. But I’m going to leave you with a little reminder.”
Her blue eyes shone, even bluer thanks to the sapphire on the rest of her body. “Promise?”
I loosened my tie and leaned forward, spreading her knees apart. “Keep the shoes and gloves on, kitten.”
