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down on him for several minutes, he reached down
to pump his erection. He closed his eyes, picturing Emily beneath him, that
soft affection in her gaze. He could see her eyes hooded with hot desire for
him, her mouth supple and tender, her body arching up with need, her breasts
bouncing shamelessly with her motion, her nipples tight and straining for his
touch, her legs wrapping eagerly around him, her voice hoarse from screaming
his name.
    Paul
came hard in the shower with a long, thick groan. His eyes still closed, the
water still massaging him all over, he breathed raggedly and tried to relax.
But the first climax wasn’t enough and he pumped himself again, imagining Emily
wrapping herself around him, gasping out how much she loved him. The image was
so powerful he came again without warning.
    He
didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d never been like this in his life,
even back when he was fifteen and thinking about sex every minute of the day.
    He
assumed his body would eventually become accustomed to wanting Emily so much
and wouldn’t always act so ludicrously needy.
    He
stayed in the shower for a half-hour, which was something he almost never did,
and he did feel a lot better when he finally got out.
    Although
he was so relaxed afterwards that he was tempted to take a nap with Emily, he
went to his office instead. As soon as he checked his messages, his mind was
immediately diverted, and he lost track of time as he quickly became wrapped up
in work.
    So
he was surprised when Emily came into the office with a tray of food. A quick
look at the clock told him the astonishing fact that it was almost one-thirty
in the afternoon.
    “I
thought you must be hungry,” she explained. “You should eat some lunch.” She
was still wearing the t-shirt and sweats she'd changed into earlier.
    Paul
rubbed his eyes and tried to pull himself out of the proposal he’d been
writing. “Thanks. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
    She
smiled at him fondly, put a plate and a bottle of water in front of him, and
sat down in the chair beside the desk. She’d brought a plate for herself too.
“I figured,” she murmured, opening her bottle of water. “I’m impressed by your
powers of concentration. I don’t think I’ve ever been so absorbed in work that
I forget to eat.”
    Her
tone was teasing, and Paul couldn’t help but enjoy the affection in her eyes
and her tone.
    “Is
everything all right?” Emily added, nodding toward his computer screen. “Did
you get really behind?”
    “No,”
he said, after taking a bite of his sandwich. “It’s fine. Actually, it’s good. I
was actually given something real to do. I’m putting together a proposal now,
and I’m to present it to the board on Wednesday.”
    “Something
real? So they’re giving you more responsibilities?”
    “Maybe.
I’m sure this is a test too, but if the board likes what I put together, then
maybe...”
    “Of
course, they’ll like it!”
    He
gave a half-shrug, although her outraged tone made him smile. “Most of them
still think of me as a boy—and not a very responsible one. They’re not going to
be swayed easily.”
    Emily
frowned. “That’s ridiculous. They’ll see how great you are in no time.”
    Paul
smiled again at her indignant expression, touched that she was so defensive on
his account. “Thanks. We’ll see.”
    As
they ate, they talked over what Paul was putting in his proposal. And she even
gave him some good ideas about his strategy on a few points. When they’d
finished lunch, Paul went back to work, and Emily said she was going to take it
easy and read Shakespeare that afternoon.
    Paul
worked until Emily came in at seven o’clock that evening and dragged him out to
have dinner on the terrace with her. Since he was almost done with the proposal,
he went back to his office to finish it up after dinner. He finished and was
rereading it for the third time when Emily came in at around eleven, wearing a
slinky purple nightgown