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on him, but maybe an outside voice would help her figure out what to do about the accounting issues.
    “Well, my accounts are off. I’m not sure why, or where it’s happening.”
    “ Who does the books?”
    “ I do. I tally up all the receipts at the end of the day and log them into the computer. Angie does it now and then when she closes for me. But the reports I’m getting back from the accounting firm don’t match.”
    “ It shouldn’t take much to go through them and find out where the discrepancies are,” he said, “but I don’t know that much about the process myself. Devin handles all our bookkeeping for the business. I could ask him if he could help if you want.”
    She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to bother him. I’ll keep looking at them myself. If I can’t find it, then maybe.”
    “ Sure. He won’t mind.”
    A few minutes later they said goodbye to the restaurant owner and walked slowly back to the car. Instead of opening her door, he turned and gently pushed her against the car with h is body, his erection pressing into her stomach as he pressed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss that had them both heated and panting for breath.
    “ I better get you back. I don’t think this is the best place to bend you over the hood and fuck you like I want to.” He laughed at the horrified expression on her face.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    Leslie lay soaking in the hot water in her Jacuzzi tub. The large bathroom was seriously out of place in her tiny house, but she didn’t care. As soon as she’d bought the house three years ago, she’d had a contractor come in and take out the third bedroom in order to expand the master bedroom, including the open bath with the tub. It was her one indulgence, even if she was still paying for it.
    Sighing, she tur ned the jets on and groaned at the hot water beating her skin from all directions. She found the hot water soothed the occasion burn of pain from the muscles stretching around the plug.
    Lying back, she closed her eyes and let her body relax. She thought a bout Alex, and a small smile turned up the corners of her mouth. He’d dropped her off after dinner the night before, kissed her goodnight, and left, though not before reminding her to leave the plug in her ass.
    Not only was he the sexiest, most frustratin g man on the earth, but apparently he had a sweet side as well. He’d brought her a decaf coffee, knowing she wasn’t allowing herself the caffeine. How had he known? And why had he used the shortened term AI for artificial insemination? Most men didn’t know the terms, much less want to talk about them. It made her realize she really knew nothing about Alex. Well, that would have to change. If he was going to father her child, she wanted to know everything about him that she could. But those were questions she could ask later.
    For now, she concentrated on the man himself. How he ’d felt inside her, his thick long cock stroking her pussy. A low moan escaped her lips and her hand moved down through the water to lightly stroke her clit. Applying more pressure, she delved down to her folds and pushed two fingers into her pussy. His name slipped out on a moan as she imagined they were Alex’s fingers stroking her.
    “ Ah, so you were thinking about me.”
    Leslie ’s eyes popped open and she thrashed in the water, trying to sit up. Alex was leaned down next to the tub, his voice filled with humor, though his eyes were almost black with desire.
    “ Dammit Alex!” She wiped water from her eyes and glared at him. “You scared the shit out of me!”
    He chuckled deeply, his eyes drifting to her breasts, and her hard nipples. Reaching out, he gently plucked at one, softly squeezing, then pulling.
    Frustration disappeared, replaced by molten heat. Leslie closed her eyes and moaned, letting her head fall back once more on the edge of the tub , her body sinking back down into the water while Alex tugged and twisted her