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to attend to. And I’m right, aren’t I? There are a dozen small details we need to go over before Friday. You are coming to pick me up for the party, aren’t you?”
    “No, and I already told my father to stop trying to push us together. I’m not interested.” Well, part of him wasn’t, at least.
    “Oh, then why is your cock saying differently?” She reached out, brushing her fingertips along the outline of his stubborn erection.
    “Look, there is a half naked woman standing in the middle of the office; of course I’m going to get a hard on, but I’m not going to let my body dictate my actions.” The words sounded good, and for the most part he meant them, but when she closed her fingers around the head of his cock through his pants, reason fled.
    Victoria
leaned forward, brushing her lips across his. “So are you going to stand there with a hard on, or do something about it?”
    He leaned back against the desk, clutching the wood. Shit. He couldn’t. This wasn’t the sort of thing he should be doing. He’d made it clear that he didn’t want anything to do with the woman. But each squeeze of her fingers around his treacherous erection made it harder to pull away from her.
    He groaned into her mouth, barely aware of her free hand tugging at the tail of his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. His cock ached in her grip, his balls tight and heavy as he pressed back against the edge of the desk. The small voice of reason that screamed at him to push her away found itself gagged by a louder voice, one that demanded he give in to
Victoria
’s touch.
    “You’ve kept me at arms’ length for too long, lover. All those little hints you kept ignoring. The cards, the messages, I’ve never met a man like you before, one so determined not to give in. I can’t have that.” She nibbled her way down his neck, licking along the line of his collar. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Even through the shirt and teddy he could feel her nipples; an erotic trail left by heated, hardened flesh, burned into his skin.
    Can’t have a man saying no to her? Is that what this is about? I’m a conquest to her?
    Her free hand traced around the edge of his pants, now that his shirt had been pulled free, and opened his belt, unbuttoning his fly a moment later.
    I don’t want this -- shit, who am I kidding? Yes I do .
    She tugged down his zipper, releasing her hold on his cock only long enough to pull down his pants and briefs before she wrapped her hand back around his now naked cock.
    “Vicky…” He groaned , formality lost in the haze of pleasure. “Don’t.”
    “Why not?” she whispered, easing down onto her knees until her lips were little more than a breath away from his cock.
    “Because I -- God!” He arched up from the edge of the desk as her lips wrapped about the head of his cock. “Shit!”
    Her tongue wrapped around his cock, one hand cupped his balls, and each new touch of her tongue, or gentle caress around his heavy sac, sent a new wave of pleasure through his body. His thighs tightened; heat, sensual heat suckled on his cock, each new tug pushed him further, higher, further away from the small voice of reason.
    One finger pressed fully behind his sac, rubbing that tiny, sensitive hidden spot that sent jolts through his body that he couldn’t ignore. Pressure, thick, demanding pressure throbbed in the pit of his stomach and for a moment he thought he’d lose control in her mouth. But without warning she pulled away and rocked back up to her feet.
    “You want me.” She leaned in, stripping his shirt and tie from his body. “So we’re going to do something about it, aren’t we? In fact, I’m going to ride you, Alan. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
    “No!” The word slipped free. Anger bubbled up from the pit of his stomach, pushing aside the desire that had taken control of him.
    Victoria
leaned in close, licking softly across his lips. “And just how are you going to stop me? I know