Free Be Mine by Jennifer Crusie

fooled him, she thought. Damn him. I’ve got to take control.
    Jane’s voice came over the intercom. “George on line two.”
    “I’ve got it.” Emily slid her chair back slightly to pick up the phone.
    “Emily,” Richard said, trying to be stern. “The memo.”
    Richard the Hun in action.
    Emily suddenly found herself enjoying the situation. She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and grinned at him. “I’m busy. Get on your knees and grovel.” Then she turned back to the phone. “George! How wonderful to talk to you. You know, I was just saying to Jane, George and I don’t talk enough.”
    “Emily?” George said.
    “That’s me,” Emily said, batting her eyes at Richard. “What’s up?”
    “Well...” George sounded confused. “I was just wondering how it was going with Richard? Everything all right?”
    “Just great, George.” She stuck out her tongue at Richard. “Couldn’t have asked for a nicer guy to work with. Always asks, never orders. Great listener. Considerate, undemanding, a real liberated kind of guy.”
    Richard raised his eyebrows at her. “You want to play games?” he asked. Then he walked around to her side of the desk and got down on his knees.
    “What are you doing?” Emily said.
    “Going over the last project totals,” George said.
    “Cooperating,” Richard said. His hands slid over her knees and up to her waist, taking her skirt with them. Emily tried to put her knees together, but he thrust his body between them, spreading her legs farther apart and pulling her hips toward him.
    “Stop it.” Emily tried to shove him back with her free hand.
    “Now, Emily,” George said. “Relax. I’m not interfering with your project.”
    “Relax.” Richard put his mouth against the softness of her inner thigh.
    Emily moved her hand to his head and tried to push him away. Great day I picked to stop wearing panty hose and start wearing stockings, she thought wildly. Oh, God, what is he doing? We’re in my office, for heaven’s sake.
    “Emily?” George said. “Emily, don’t be difficult about this.”
    She twined her fingers in Richard’s hair and jerked his head up. He winced and pulled her hand away. “The garters are a good idea,” he said. “Don’t ever wear anything else.” And then he lowered his head again, clamping her hand at her side.
    “Emily, will you please listen to me about this?” George said.
    “I’m listening, George.” She tried to roll her chair away from Richard, but he pulled her in closer. His lips were tickling her inner thighs, his tongue flicking in and out. The tickling made her giggle, which was bad for her phone image, she knew. Of course, if George could see her now, her phone image would be the least of her problems. She tried hard to concentrate on George’s rambling, but Richard was much more interesting.
    “Richard can do a lot for you, Emily,” George was saying.
    “No kidding,” Emily said, trying to decide if she was more concerned about preserving her dignity or having great sex in the middle of the morning.
    It wasn’t much of a decision.
    Richard let go of her hand and reached under her skirt, pulling the silk of her bikini panties to one side.
    “Emily?” George said as Richard slipped his tongue inside her.
    “I’ll talk to you later!” she cried, and slammed down the phone. Richard darted his tongue in and out of her, and Emily fell back in her chair, lacing her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer, lost in the waves of heat he was stirring in her.
    Jane knocked on the door, and before Emily could stop her, she came in, frowning at some papers in her hand. Richard fell back under her desk, pulling Emily in her desk chair after him, and Emily gasped and glanced down and then laughed out loud. The great Richard Parker, hiding under the desk. Between her legs. With a condom in his hand.
    “What’s so funny?” Jane asked.
    “Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Emily said, and Richard slid his hand between