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but I don’t
think it’s a very good idea,” she said nonchalantly, although her
body had been saying something very different five minutes earlier.
“I’ve told you, I don’t play that close to home.”
    “That wasn’t a game,” I said on
behalf of my cock.
    “Oh, yes it was.” She checked
her lipstick in the mirror. One red-painted fingertip rubbed away
the tell-tale signs from around my mouth too and she couldn’t
resist swooping in for one last kiss. “I simply needed to prove my
theory.”
    “Which is?”
    “That you’ve been desperate to do
that since I arrived this morning.” She paused but I didn’t
contradict her. “And no matter how much you tried to concentrate on
the files, you’ve been thinking from the waist down, not from the
neck up.”
    As closing arguments went, it was a
fair summation. She bent to retrieve her briefcase, giving me one
last look at her skirt stretched across that perfect arse.
    “So that’s it?” I said, unable to
believe she was walking away from the greatest kiss I’d had in a
long while. “Don’t I get leave to appeal?”
    She laughed at this, throaty and
sexy. A laugh most women reserved for bed. “Trust me, you’re
appealing enough already. And now I know you’re a great a kisser,
it’ll be very difficult not to do it all over again.”
    “You could always give in to
temptation,” I suggested. “I’m sure we could reach an out of court
settlement.”
    She opened the door onto the busy
corridor, knowing I wouldn’t touch her while we were
overlooked.
    “Nice try,” she said, “but no deal.
From here on in, I’m keeping it strictly professional. No matter
how stiff the competition.”
    And with a cheeky glance down at my
groin, she turned on her very high heels and marched out of
chambers.

Chapter Three
     
    Quite frankly, I don’t know how I
made it outside. Well not with any dignity anyway. My legs were
ready to give way with unsatisfied lust of the filthiest kind, let
alone the aftershock of a kiss that I’d be fantasising over for
weeks to come.
    Byrne by name and certainly red hot
by nature.
    How can a girl expect to be cooped
up with such a perfect specimen of manhood all day long without
wanting to touch? It wasn’t natural.
    And nor were the reactions
that man sparked in me. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve dated some
gorgeous guys in my time – and had mindless sex with several more –
but I’d never met one who drove me that wild on first
acquaintance.
    There ought to be a legal limit to
the amount of sexiness a man’s allowed to carry around in one body
and, from where I’d been standing, Radford Byrne went way over his
quota.
    That tall, hard, muscular body of
his belonged on a rugby field, not in a courtroom. It deserved to
be hot and sweaty and worked to its physical limits, not wrapped up
in a suit and made to behave.
    Not that Radford Byrne
believed in behaving himself. He had the makings of a very naughty
boy under that sober exterior and I wouldn’t mind betting he’d soon
be heading home to give that bulge in his trousers some manual
attention.
    The thought of him lying naked on a
bed with his huge cock in his hand liquefied my insides and made my
sex even wetter than it was already. I couldn’t wait to get home
and slide my fingers into my pussy. I hailed a cab and crossed my
legs.
    From the minute Radford had laid
eyes on me that morning he’d wanted to fuck me. It didn’t take a
genius to figure it out, although I’d had a little help from my
brother, a renowned psychologist. One summer he’d given me a crash
course in body language, figuring it would be useful to work out
when witnesses were lying.
    In truth, it had given me the
complete heads up on men.
    I could spot the first signs
of attraction at fifty paces and knew instantly how interested a
guy was in me. From the look-but-don’t-touch brigade who only want
to hurry home to their wives, right through to the heavy breathing,
let’s-go-outside-now type