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wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close,
kissing her deeply. She had no time to think, let alone stop him. His mouth was
demanding but warm and her body responded at once. “I thought you were
incredibly hot in that little black number you wore to the gallery, but I have
to say, this conservative business outfit is a turn-on as well. Especially
since I know no matter what you’re wearing under your skirt, you have a
penchant for lace thigh-high stockings.”
    “I’m not wearing those today,” she said when he moved his
kisses from her jaw to her neck. “Which doesn’t matter because we should not be
talking about this, Daniel, or doing this.” The fact that her head fell back
was not helping her argument.
    “Then don’t talk,” he said as his hand traveled to the hem
of her skirt and then under, lifting it as he skimmed her legs on his way to
her waist. “I like feeling your heat through all these layers.”
    She gasped as he cupped her pussy, knowing she was getting
wetter and there was no way he wouldn’t notice. It was as if having lost
control with him once, she couldn’t stop herself from doing it again.
    Past coherent thought, except for being grateful her office
had frosted windows and they couldn’t be seen, Lena let her hands come around
his waist, caressing the muscles of his back. She’d loved the strength of him
when they were in bed together and never expected to have another opportunity
to touch him. She moved one hand to the front, unbuttoning a second button on
his shirt so she could touch the warmth of his skin. Breathing in his unique
scent, something like oil paint mixed with sandalwood, she surrendered to the
sensations of touching him and being touched. A week of fantasies had nothing
on reality. She groaned, knowing she was lost.
    “You drive me wild, Lena,” he growled against her as he
lifted her onto her desk. Standing between her spread legs, he continued to
stroke her through her clothes. “You’re so responsive, so ready to let go and
be pleased.”
    Ready to let go. That was the last thing she believed
herself to be. Yet she was seconds from living her fantasy of sex on the desk.
With a man who was twelve years her junior. Sanity returned. “Daniel, please, I
can’t do this. We shouldn’t do this. You’re a consultant. I’m your employer.”
    “I’m hardly going to complain.”
    Logic wasn’t working and if he continued to touch her, she
was going to give in. She was halfway there already. Clearly part of her needed
this, craved this, and for the first time her emotions were not taking orders
from her brain. The heat between her legs was now running the show.
     
    Every sane thought in his head told Daniel he should stop,
but he was only a few kisses away from being able to ignore those thoughts
entirely. She claimed she wasn’t ready, but he was aching to show her how ready
she truly was.
    “Let me please you,” he said and kissed her before she could
respond. He wasn’t going to give her time to think too much. He needed her to
see she couldn’t ignore him—or her reaction to him.
    Because Alice was annoyed with him for disappearing from his
opening, she refused to help him connect with Lena’s company as a means of
marketing his art. Still, he was committed to seeing her again. When Michelle
called he was thrilled, even though he’d never before considered contributing
his art for such a commercial venue. He had no idea what he was doing, but to
be near Lena, he didn’t care. He was determined to make this account a success
and even more determined to make Lena get past their age difference. He didn’t
know why he was so certain there was the potential for something special
between them, but he trusted his instincts.
    His fingers teased the waistband of her black bikini panties
and dipped in to caress the soft skin beneath. She shuddered, and he knew he’d
find her wet for him. Part of him wanted to linger, to make her ache more, but
he