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flopped happily back in her seat as she admired the way Taylor’s sun-kissed hands slowly caressed the sheets of paper. She found herself completely mesmerised by the thought of Taylor’s hands on her body. It wasn’t long before her mind drifted off to fantasyland again.
    She imagined herself sitting in her office, at her desk, restoring an old clock her mother had given her to work on…
     
    There’s a knock at the door. I look up, and it’s Taylor. His broad muscular chest strains against the tight fabric of his top.
    ‘Am I disturbing you?’ he asks, hovering in the doorway.
    ‘No, not at all. Please come in.’
    Taylor’s eyes fall to the clock, and he smiles. ‘It’s very beautiful,’ he says, nodding his head towards it.
    ‘Yes it is – very beautiful.’ The words seem to get stuck in my throat as my eyes remain glued on his. They are magnetic – pulling me in, daring me to lose myself in them.
    He moves around to the side of my desk and sits on the edge, then leans in towards me and whispers, ‘Its beauty reminds me of you. Timeless.’
    I move my chair back a little to make more room. ‘You can touch it if you want.’ My words stumble over one another, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
    ‘Are you talking about the clock? Or you?’ He rolls his tongue over the contours of his perfectly formed lips.
    I can feel my heart start to beat faster, and I catch my breath. Taylor reaches down and takes my hands in his. Holding them gently, he begins a slow, calming massage starting on the back of each hand with his strong thumbs. With soft circles, he works in ever increasing circumferences toward the tips of my fingers. He smiles knowingly as he notices the goose-bumps exploding along my arms. My hands tremble, and he raises them to his mouth, sucking the tips of my fingers one by one. Molten shafts of desire burn its way through my veins. The sensation is both alien and exquisite.
    ‘Do you like this?’
    ‘Yes,’ I say breathlessly. His mouth is hot and moist, a mirror image of what’s between my thighs.
    ‘Stand up.’
    On weak legs, I stand, gripping his hands to steady me. They are warm, strong and confident. His arms encircle me, drawing me against him. Every part of my body is moulded against his. I can feel the ridged hardness of his manhood. His lips graze mine. I open my mouth waiting, yearning for his probing tongue to find mine – he’s unleashed my hunger, now I want him to satisfy it.
    I gasp when, without warning, his hand sears a path down my stomach and in between my thighs: feeling my nakedness, his fingers slip easily inside of me. With each deepening thrust, my nails dig deeper into his shoulders. His eyes penetrate mine as if he can see into my soul. He remains watching me as I throw my head back and let out a stifled scream as my body feels like it’s exploding into a million glowing stars. Every part of me is still throbbing as I bring my head forward to meet his gaze. I watch transfixed as he moves his hand towards his waist and unzips his trousers.
    ‘Now it’s time for the real thing.’
     
    ‘ How long before I can see the rest of the paperwork?’
    ….What?? What was that??
    Abbi jerked back to reality. Celia was looking at her. ‘Abbi? Taylor just asked how long before he could see the rest of our financial records? Are you okay?’ Her mother looked at her with legitimate concern.
    ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ stammered Abbi, ‘I was up all night with Buddy. He’s our Yorkshire terrier,’ she said as an aside to Taylor as way of explanation. ‘He ate something bad, I guess. I’m just tired. Let me see. Tyler should be by around three thirty after school. He can probably get them to you by four, if that isn’t too late?’
    ‘No, not at all,’ said Taylor looking at her closely. ‘I’m sorry, Celia. But it does look to me like something is off. Hopefully, it is just a clerical error. Honestly, that’s what things like this usually turn out to be so I