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yet,” I crooned. “I just got here.”
    I had changed out of my work clothes. I now wore a tight purple jersey with a V neck that flattered my modest breasts, and a short denim skirt. I trailed a finger down my throat to my cleavage. Krishna's eyes followed in fascination. I retraced my path to my throat, the feathery touch making my nipples pebble, and removed the scarf I'd draped around my neck.
    He gripped the curved arms of his desk chair, as though he were afraid he was going to faint. I slipped the scarf under the chair arm and wrapped it twice around his wrist, then tied a firm knot. He didn't move. The lavender silk was lovely against his brown skin.
    “Is that too tight?” My voice was barely louder than a whisper. Krishna shook his head. His eyes were black pools of lust. I pulled a second scarf from my back pocket, this one turquoise, and secured his other arm. He trembled when I touched him.
    I seated myself on his lap. His erection poked deliciously at my bottom, even through the heavy denim of my skirt. He must be huge , I thought. I'd know before long.
    His beautiful face hovered inches from mine. He dropped his eyes, focusing on his bound wrist. “No,” I protested, lifting his chin so that he could not look away. “Look at me, for once. I've been trying to get your attention for months. You're not getting away from me this time.”    
    Krishna's lips parted, as though he was about to speak. I stopped him with a fierce kiss. At first he resisted, struggling against the scarves, his lips pressed tightly together to keep me out. I braced my palms against his chest and bore down on him, prying those lips apart with my tongue.
    All at once he let go. His mouth was as lush and hot as it looked, tasting of coffee and anise. I fed on him, nibbling and sucking, pouring out my long-denied lust. He opened to me, not exactly passive, but giving me control.
    My bare thighs grew damp with the heat of that kiss. My nipples peaked into aching knots. His smell surrounded me, soap and sweat and the coconut oil he used on his hair. His rod prodded the crack between my legs. I   burrowed deeper into his mouth, kissing him harder.
    He arched up, grinding himself against my ass. I broke the kiss and hopped off his lap. “Oh no you don't! That belongs to me.”
    “Please, Liz...”   Krishna looked miserable and needy.
    “Oh, now you're begging!” I strutted back and forth in front of him on my high-heeled boots, giving him an eyeful of my slutty outfit. “Maybe I should just leave you here, tied up and frustrated. After all, you've frustrated me for an awfully long time.”
    “No, please...”
    “What will Steve and Rob think when they come in tomorrow and find you tied to your chair? And when they turn on your monitor?”
    I reached over his shoulder to click the switch. As I'd expected, the screen was full of kinky images, men hogtied and suspended, secured in a hundred uncomfortable positions, all with huge, hungry erections.
    Krishna looked terrified. “Don't tell anyone―please don't tell! They'll deport me if they find out...”
    “Your secret is safe with me.” I tangled my fingers in his opulent hair. “Provided that you cooperate, of course.”
    He didn't bother to ask me what I meant.
    I took a moment to drink in the gorgeous picture he made. If his complexion had been lighter, I knew I would have seen the blood heating his cheeks. The festive scarves looked like they'd be pretty effective in keeping him where he was. But they weren't enough, I sensed. Not for him.
    I scanned his office, seeking inspiration, kicking myself for not having brought some of the heavy twine that I used to tie up the bougainvillea   on my balcony. On the other hand, the twine might be too coarse. It might seriously damage that flawless dark skin.
    Krishna watched me, eyes wide, frightened and expectant. The weight of his need settled on me like a two ton boulder. Suddenly I felt lost. What was I doing? What did I know