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could get on him because he was excellent at easing away before the handcuffs were slapped on his wrists. He continued watching Jametria until she hurried over to her black BMW parked across the street, got inside and drove off.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Paul couldn’t get over how just seeing Tyra walking into his office made his cock rock hard. How was he supposed to focus on anything today with her looking so good? The black dress she decided to torture him with today showed off her gorgeous, coco legs. All he could think about was stripping her out of that fabric and making love to her on top of his oak wood desk.
    Dropping his hand underneath the desk he unzipped his pants and stroked his cock, imagining it was Tyra’s hand. The images of her soft darker skin against the whiteness of his, was turning him on even more. She was across the room organizing his files without a clue he was about to erupt in the palm of his hand.
    He closed his eyes getting lost in his fantasy. It had never gotten this bad at work that he had to literally take matters into his own hands. A few more strokes were all he needed and he would finally be rid of the pressure building up in his body. Paul bit down on his lip to keep from screaming out loud. He felt it was about to happen.
    “Mr. Westborn, do you need a hand with anything else?” Tyra’s smoky voice asked.
    His eyes flew open and landed on his assistant as she was suddenly coming across the room towards him, Paul’s heart pounded away in his chest as he tried thinking of a way to keep Tyra away. He couldn’t let her find him like this.
    Tyra…wait,” he hollered.
     
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    Jametria hit the save button on her laptop then fell back into the chair pleased with the scene she had typed. She hadn’t been this happy in a very long time. Today turned out to be pretty good for her. The story was finally coming together like she had wanted it to for the past several days. She hadn’t been this motivated in weeks.
    “I might actually finish this book by the deadline,” she muttered. “I don’t know what happened to me but whatever it is I don’t want to lose it.”
    Stop lying. You know what has gotten you into the writing mood…Forbes Huntington.
    Yesterday when she informed Africa that she hadn’t picked any of the eleven guys, the sound of her friend’s screams had echoed inside her head most of the day. Africa warned her that if Forbes wasn’t the guy then she was in a lot of trouble with her. She wouldn’t be able to meet her deadline which meant she would have less time to work on her next book. Jametria wasn’t worried because Forbes was exactly the man she was searching for.
    There should be a law against the way his muscles stretched out his shirt. It had taken everything in her not to ask him to strip it off. Not only was Forbes blessed with a downright sculptured body and a face that was perfect, a woman could get lost in those double thick black lashes of his.
    Stop lusting after a man that might be working with you after today , she scolded herself. Everything has to be kept professional . Jametria knew she couldn’t get involved with Forbes no matter how much her sex-starved body might want a taste of him.
    The sound of Amerie’s Touch chimed from her cell phone and she quickly checked the phone number. She smiled at the number on the screen. She was more than ready for I-told-you-so.
     “Didn’t I tell you that Forbes was one the hottest guy that I have ever seen?”
    “Where in the hell did you find him?” Africa gushed.
    “I told you he just walked in off the street after I let the other guys go. I almost thought he wasn’t real. Isn’t he perfect for Paul Westborn?” Jametria asked. “I was so excited by his appearance I almost told him that he had the job.”
    “You’ve impressed the publishers with Forbes. He had the women and even some of the guys eating out of his hands.”
     “See, I told you. He’s almost too good to be