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anyone claiming favoritism or thinking you slept with me to get an assignment."
    "Mmm…" I pressed my cheek along his collarbone, hiding my face below the strong line of his chin. He wanted to protect our reputations. More than that, he had suggested we might be an item in the future, giving us a cushion of time.
    Weakening at the thought, I snuggled closer. "He was flirting a little, never before today."
    "This blouse, baby." He plucked once at the fabric. "The way the georgette clings to these gorgeous breasts…"
    Palming one, he started to squeeze and pull as his chin exerted pressure against my forehead and I had to look up. He stared into my eyes, the massage of my breasts becoming more ardent. "It's like you're trying to Jedi mind trick every cock in a five-mile radius."
    I blushed, thrilling inside. I tried to shield my gaze from Craig's intensity as he stared into my eyes, but his head followed mine to steal a kiss.
    "I'll tell him to back off if he gets too friendly," I promised when the kiss ended.
    His gaze narrowed. "If he gets too friendly his ass will be covering traffic in Sacramento."
    "Traffic in Sacramento?" Pushing against his chest, I pulled back to look at him, my right brow shooting up. "Alex?"
    Craig's turn to blush. "Baby, Morales was sniffing after you for months. Didn't matter if you were too obtuse to notice. Damn near drove me crazy."
    I shook my head, my brain refusing to process what Craig was saying. I understood what it sounded like. He had hired me, then tried like hell to ignore me for a year and, eight months in, he had exiled Alex Morales almost one hundred miles away to eliminate a potential rival.
    While ignoring me…
    I shook my head again.
    "Perfectly legal, Valerie." His hand trailed slowly down my torso to cup my mound. "I checked."
    He squeezed once, then lightly scratched the skin of my inside thigh until my legs magically spread. Tugging the gusset of my panties to one side, he stroked the hair covering my sex. "I didn't get a long enough taste of this sweet pussy, baby. I've been starving for another all weekend."
    I blinked, my lips parting. There were things I wanted to taste, too.
    "Will you let me take you into the bedroom and lick you until you come?"
    I nodded, half of me already floating toward the door.
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    My pussy deliciously sore and my lips lightly bruised beneath a covering of lipstick, I spent the next morning and most of the afternoon thinking about my night with Craig. My mind was officially blown. The things that man could do with his hands and tongue and that thick, gorgeous cock.
    We had a whole month to decide if this would turn into something longer -- if there was more to liking one another than great sex. But first we had to work a year's worth of longing out of our systems. At least I did. I remained incredulous that Craig had wanted me from the get go. And no way in hell did I think I could work up the courage to inquire how long he had been celibate. I didn't want to find out it had been the day before he first fucked me.
    With my thoughts slamming back and forth like the ball in a game of table tennis, I sat down to my interview with John Richardson, the owner of Cathedral, a very private club with fees only the affluent or sponsored could afford.
    No banners flew outside marking it as a bondage club, but everyone in the area pretty much knew exactly what went on behind the club's doors. Well, perhaps not exactly or everyone . The small groups that occasionally blocked the club's front gate with their bibles held high likely knew nothing beyond the fact that the club's patrons bumped uglies inside. The instruments of pleasure or pain, the butt plugs and floggers and what not, were probably as foreign to those women and their timid husbands as global warming.
    "How much research have you done for this article?" Richardson slid into the chair behind his massive, ornate wooden desk. He smoothed his fingers through the mix of black and