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to lift this little skirt of yours and bend you over my desk…” He trailed off as he dropped kisses all along her neck and throat.

      “What else do you want to do?” she asked, turned on by the image he’d put in her mind.

      “Lots of things, Katie-girl. But I really want to know what you want to do. What is your fantasy?”

      “In the office?” she asked.

      “We can start there,” he said.

      “Take your shirt off,” she said. Since they’d started sleeping together, she fantasized many times about coming into his office and seeing him sitting there with his shirt off.

      “Take my shirt off?”

      She nodded.

      He reached between them, the backs of his fingers brushing her breasts as he unbuttoned his shirt. She shook from the brief contact and bit her lip to keep from asking for more.

      “Now you take yours off,” he said.

      “Um… I thought I was in charge.”

      “You are, but I need some incentive to keep on going.”

      “And if I take my blouse off…”

      “I’ll be like putty in your hands.”

      She reached between the two of them and took the hem of her sleeveless sweater in her hands and drew it up over her body. She was wearing a very sexy bra that she’d bought at Becca’s store. The cups were all lace and it fastened in the front.

      “Very nice,” Lance said, running his finger down the center of her body, over her sternum and between her ribs, lingering on her belly button and then stopping at the waistband of her skirt.

      He took the front clasp of her bra between his fingers and snapped it open. She stood there on the precipice of something that she couldn’t explain. He rubbed his finger over the spot where the clasp had been. The cups were still covering her breasts but she felt… wanton and wicked.

      He slowly traced the same path upward again. This time, his fingers feathered under her lacy bra, barely touching her nipples. Both beaded, and a shaft of desire pierced Kate, shaking her.

      She needed more. She wanted more. Her heart beat so swiftly and loudly she was sure he could hear it. She scraped her fingernails lightly down his chest, tangling them in the hair that was there. The dark stuff was tingling against her fingers. He moaned, the sound rumbling up from his chest. He leaned back against his desk, bracing himself on his elbows.

      “I’m all yours, Kate,” he said.

      His muscles jumped under the touch of her fingers as she traced the line down the center of his body. She circled his nipple but didn’t touch it, following the fine dusting of hair that narrowed and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

      He pushed the cups of her bra off her breasts. It hung open around them. He pulled her closer until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest.

      “Kate.” He said her name and she quivered. This was what she’d always wanted from Lance. And now it was hers. He was hers.

      His erection nudged her center and she clenched her vagina, wishing he was inside her. She shifted around, trying to feel the tip of his penis against her mound, but it was impossible with her skirt on. Her skirt was hiked up but it wasn’t enough.

      He kissed his way down her neck and bit lightly at her nape. She shuddered, clutching at his shoulders, grinding her body harder against him.

      He found the zipper on the side of her skirt. It loosened as he pushed his hands under the fabric. His big hands slipped into her panties, cupping her butt and urging her to ride him, guiding her motions against his hard-on. He bent his head and his tongue stroked her nipple, and then he suckled her.

      Everything in her body tightened. She grabbed Lance’s shoulders, rubbing harder and faster against his erection as her climax washed over her. She collapsed against his chest. He held her close. Having Lance act out her fantasy, having him be the man who fulfilled her sexually was more than she’d expected. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest and listening to the beat of his heart.

      This was more than just a fantasy. This was love—real love—and she didn’t know what she’d do if this didn’t last.

      Lance had never seen anything more beautiful than the passion in Kate. She was more than he’d ever imagined she could be. Her makeover had shown him the woman she was, but the last week he’d helped her realize the woman she could be.

      She was exquisitely built. He knew she had body issues, but he loved the imperfection of her. It was what made her a real woman and not some airbrushed ideal that he’d never be able to touch. She was so soft and feminine that she brought out all of his protective instincts, making him want to shield her from the world.

      He pushed the straps of her open bra down her arms. Her breasts were full and her skin flushed from her orgasm. Slowly, he caressed her torso, almost afraid to believe that Kate was his.

      Her nipples were tight little buds beckoning his mouth. He loved her breasts and couldn’t get enough of them.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice pitched low and a slight blush covering her cheeks and neck.

      “For what?”

      “Coming without you,” she said.

      There was something very fragile about Kate and no matter how much headway he made with helping her to realize how much he wanted her, she still was unsure of herself. He pulled her more fully into his arms, cradling her to his chest. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck. Each exhalation went through him. He wanted her.

      He was so hard and hot for her that he might come in his pants. But he was going to wait for her signal. That was the point of this entire dinner that he’d planned. He wanted some time alone, away from his place, where he could let her have the lead in their relationship.

      He felt the minute touches of her tongue against his neck, and his cock hardened. Her hand slid down his chest, opening his belt, unfastening the button at his waistband and then lowering his zipper.

      Her hand slid inside his boxers, up and down his length. He tightened his hands on her back. He glanced down his body and saw her small hand burrowed into his pants, saw her working him with such tender care he had to grit his teeth not to end it all right then. But he wanted to be inside her the next time one of them climaxed.

      Glancing down, he saw her smiling up at him. He stepped away and laid down the cashmere blanket he’d brought in earlier, urging her over to it. She took a step and her loosened skirt fell off, pooling at her feet. She was left in just her skimpy lace panties and a pair of heels.

      “Woman, I wish you could see yourself right now. You’d never doubt your sex appeal again.”

      She smiled up at him. “It’s you,” she said. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his as he shoved his pants further down his legs and then brought them both down on the blanket, settling down on top of her. She opened her legs and he positioned himself between her thighs.

      The humid warmth of her center scorched his already aroused flesh. He thrust against her without thought. Damn, she felt good.

      He wanted to enter her totally naked. But they’d had a birth control discussion and she didn’t take the pill so that meant he had to keep wearing condoms.

      “Can you reach my pants, honey?”

      She stretched her arm to grab them. She fished the condom out of his pocket and handed it to him.

      He pushed away from her for a minute, rising up on his knees. He glanced over at her and saw she was watching him. Her eyes were on his erection and that made him swell even more. He put the condom on one-handed and turned back to her.

      “Hurry, Lance. I need you.”

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