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quick look at the clock confirmed that quitting time had come and gone twenty minutes ago. She knew Michael hadn't left with everyone else; that he was still behind his office door, hard at work, the way he was most evenings. She knew that because she was so hyper aware of him, so in tune with his movements that there was no way he had successfully snuck past her.
    The small lamp in his office was on, the one he kept on his desk so he could read without the harsh fluorescents. Its soft glow flowed from beneath the door , the light a siren song to Laney, compelling her to get up, to come inside, to kneel at his feet again and remind him exactly how good their last encounter had been.
    "Laney."
    He opened the door so swiftly that she jumped, accidentally knocking over her pen and paperclip jar. Michael raised an amused eyebrow, as if to say, Seriously?
    Flushing, Laney got down on her knees and picked up the rogue office supplies, dumping them back into the jar within a few seconds. When she looked up again, she froze, arousal spiking through her system like a fever. Her face felt hot. Her thighs clenched together. Michael was looking at her with such naked hunger, such undisguised male appreciation that her body was unable to do anything but respond. Laney wanted to give him anything and everything he wanted from her.
    "This seems to be a familiar position for you," he said, his voice rough.
    "I'm trying to do better," she promised, her fingers crossed behind her back.
    "I'm not so sure about that," he muttered. "In my office. Now."
    He spun away from her and stormed through his office door. Laney bit her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, suddenly flooded with nerves. It took the edge off her arousal, but only a little. Was he really upset that she was making mistakes on purpose in an attempt to seduce him, to force him into 'punishing' her again? Or, worse, was he really not aware she was doing it on purpose, and he was going to fire her?
    Christ, what if her libido had actually screwed her out of a job?
    Feeling less like a schoolgirl with a crush and more like a convict heading to death row, Laney stood, smoothed down the black A-line skirt she'd thrown on this morning because it made her feel sexy, and determinedly moved to face her fate.
    As soon as she'd crossed the threshold of his office, she took a deep breath and prepared to apologize.
    She never got the chance.
    His mouth was on hers in an instant, hot and demanding, and she realized dazedly that this was only the second time they'd kissed and the first time they'd managed to do so in the proper order. The entire time she'd had her mouth around him, they hadn't shared so much as a peck. And after their spectacular first kiss, after he'd buried his face between her legs, they'd simply gotten dressed and gone back to their separate corners. She'd swallowed his semen before he kissed her! It was a shocking thought, shocking and horrifying and yet… somehow, it was erotic. The idea that they'd wanted each other so badly that they hadn't been concerned with social niceties. So what if they'd skipped first base and gone directly to stealing third? As they were proving now, they could always make time later to run the bases as many times as they liked.
    They broke for air and Michael placed a hot, sucking kiss on the base of her throat, his hands freely roaming her back and ass. She moaned and he moved her until she faced away from him, her gaze drawn to the large windows that overlooked the city. The blinds were wide open, allowing anyone up this high to easily see what they were doing. His hands quickly pulled her jacket down her arms, leaving it caught at her wrists, ever so slightly restraining them. He put his mouth to work on the new skin bared to him, biting and sucking at the back of her neck and the skin that stretched down over her shoulders.
    "Never stop touching me," she whispered as he left a mark that may very well be visible tomorrow. The idea thrilled