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somewhat amused.  Reyna turned around, took a deep breath in and locked the door of the den.  She knew the only way she would get away with stealing money from Grayson Thorne was to pretend everything was as it was, and it’s not like a small part of her wasn’t going to enjoy it. 
     
    She turned and sauntered back to him, lust clouding her eyes as she imagined what it would be like to taste him again.  Without a word she swiveled his chair and straddled him, her eyes meeting his.  His eyes softened as he breathed her in, his hand finding their way to her waist.  With delicate ease, Reyna leaned in and kissed his lips.  Hungrily, Grayson responded, his mouth devouring hers.  His hand moved under her sweater, moving over the delicate lace of her bra.  She shuddered in his palm.  Feeling a hardening bulge between her legs, Reyna released herself from his grip, and knelt before.  Grayson’s eyes rolled back as he watched her unzip his pants and take his throbbing shaft in her mouth.  A groan escaped him as she sucked his length, her tongue teasing the tip of his erectness.  His hand found its way to her hair, pulling her forward, forcing her to take more of him in.  Just when he was about to come, Reyna pulled back, smiling and licking her lips.  Grayson’s mind was spinning, a desperate desire for release.  Steadily Reyna pulled off her leggings and underwear, leaving her standing in nothing but a t-shirt.  Grayson couldn’t bare it any longer, the sight of her enough to make him orgasm.  Leaning forward, he reached over and slipped his hand under the shirt, grabbing her butt and pulling her toward him.  With great ease, Reyna straddled him again, lowering her wetness onto his throbbing hardness.  He fit into her like a missing puzzle piece, an earth shattering wholeness filling her.  Gently she rode him, up and down, up and down.  He held on for as long as he could, but her earlier work had sent him over the edge and he came inside her, his hot liquid spilling onto her thighs.    Reyna gasped as she felt him shuddering inside of her, sending her own body into a rack of spasms.  She breathed deeply as leaned into him, his member still inside her.  Tenderly, he wiped away the hair that clung to her face, kissing her forehead. 
     
    The next day after Grayson left for work, Reyna made her way back to the den.  She had found a small gap of time when that section of the house would be abandoned, so she hurriedly snuck in and looked through Grayson’s computer files to find his accounts.  Reyna was tense, her nerves fraught, she just wanted to get this over with.  She scribbled a few notes on a piece of stray paper and began with the moving of money. 
    Halfway through a transaction, the den door opened and Camilla walked in a file in her hand.  She stood frozen in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity, her eyes locked with Reyna’s. 
    “What are you doing?” she said, a sinister tone in her voice .  Reyna’s eyes’ filled with tears, as she tried to remain calm.  She opened her mouth but Camilla silenced her.  “Step away from the desk,” she said, her voice firm.  Reyna looked around, trying to think of an excuse, but Camilla yelled, “Now!” Reyna jumped and moved around the desk as Camilla stood in front of the computer.  Her eyes widened as she saw the money flowing from the account. 
     
    Reyna sat pale and still as Camilla explained to Grayson what she found.  His jaw tightened, his lips thinning as he glared at his wife, not daring to look at Reyna.  Coldly he turned to her, still not making direct contact, “Is this true?” he asked, his voice steely like she had never known. 
    “I can explain,” said Reyna quietly, but Camilla cut her off again. 
    Grayson shook his head, and closed his eyes, the vein in his forehead pulsing, “Get out,” he said, his eyes finally meeting Rey na’s.  “What?” she asked timidly.  “Get out!” he screamed. 
    Reyna