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please—”
    “Shh.” He pressed his body into hers, drawing back, then pressed forward again. “Thought about you all weekend…spanking you…fucking you. Do you like it? Tell me you like it. Tell me to fuck you.”
    Violet pressed the side of her face to the desk, the blotter sliding back and forth with the force of his thrusts. The coffee sloshed over the sides of the cup, the dark liquid staining the white paper. Her mind screamed, Yes, fuck me, like that, like that, like THAT! But her mouth refused to form the words he wanted, the buildup of tension paralyzing her vocal cords.
    She grasped at the desk, trying to find purchase to brace herself, but her palms slipped against the smooth surface. Heat radiated outward, from her cheeks, her belly and from the pounding flesh between her legs, spiraling up like a balloon until it popped, sending wild, jagged sensations through her. Violet struggled for breath, making tiny cries of pleasure that seemed to drive him over the edge, his thrusts becoming faster, the grip on her waist tighter. Her flesh tightened around him and he exploded, his climax pushing the air out of his lungs in one long gasp.
    In the moment after, she rested, eyes closed, muscles loose and light, reality returning. When she opened her eyes, Francis’ watch was gone.
    “Violet.” Hands on her shoulders, he helped her up. He examined her, ducking his head to look into her face. “Are you okay?” He kissed her forehead, then her lips.
    “Yes,” she nodded, though she felt a little dizzy. It was like this every time they were away from each other. Any separation increased the craving to the point where when she was able to have him, she disappeared for those moments. “I’m fine.”
    Ever the gentleman, Francis scooped up her jeans and her underwear and handed her the bundle of clothes. He brushed his hand through his hair, his expression anxious.
    “Violet, I’ve been thinking…”
    “Remember the rules, Francis,” she spoke without expression. “We’ve done pretty well so far. Please, don’t fuck it up.”
    He said nothing else and she continued to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed and locked the door, leaned against the cool tile wall, gathering her thoughts. Emotions were so sloppy. She liked Francis, liked having sex with him, and he was one of the best programmers she knew. Couldn’t they leave it at that? Anything further would be unneeded trouble.
    Violet washed up and re-fluffed her hair without examining herself in the mirror. When she emerged from the bathroom, ready to begin her day by lighting a fire under the programmers’ collective behinds, Francis was gone.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Violet sat at the conference table in their office, two laptops open in front of her. Her gaze darted from one screen to the other, a container of yogurt at her elbow, forgotten. “Rogers seems to be doing a good job leading the programmers’ team. They like him.”
    “I’d trust Rogers with anything.” Francis reached over and scooped up a spoonful of her yogurt.
    She moved the yogurt out of his reach. “Get your own.”
    “I’m not going to eat that much.”
    “You’ll eat more than your share. You’re greedy. Get your own.”
    “Only greedy about some things,” he said.
    The insinuation made her blush and she changed the subject. “Did you see the shop downstairs? The Valentine’s decorations? Whoever owns that shop seems like a real weirdo.”
    “I don’t know.” Francis raised his shoulders in a quick shrug, his eyes thoughtful behind his glasses. “Maybe the owner likes the holiday, wants to put people in the spirit.”
    “We’re barely out of January.” Violet huffed, scraping the bottom of the yogurt container. “It’s too soon for all that hoopla.”
    “At least it will be another tenant in the building. It was rather depressing walking past that empty shop every morning.”
    “Everything is ‘rather depressing’ to you, Francis.” She tossed the empty