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he tugged on his cock
in quick strokes. His fingers slipped over the slick head and back to the base.
He imagined Lydia on her back before him, waiting patiently for his command. His
cock thickened in his hand. She would stare into his eyes with intensity
similar to what he’d seen today. A tug on his sack threw him right over the
edge. He continued to stroke himself and wondered what her moans would sound like.
Would they be throaty and low or high and squealing?
    A ridiculous question, one he wouldn’t be getting
the answer to.
    He turned the water back to cold, and all the crazy
rule breaking thoughts went down the drain. They would have to work swiftly if
he was to survive the project without embarrassing himself, or worse, frightening
Lydia.

Chapter
Three
     
    The cold shower did its magic, clearing his mind of
heated thoughts. He’d stepped comfortably back into his prison of rules and the
conference room. The numbing effects were nullified at the sight of Lydia licking
her fingers.
    Barbecue.
    Keller was trying to kill him.
    Her tongue escaped her mouth to smother her finger
in quick caresses. Wet fingers could do a lot of naughty things, and his mind
wanted to think of them all. They had a lot of work to do this afternoon, and
his thoughts needed to stay on the task in front of them. Why did she have to
keep licking her fingers like that? He’d never been so envious of a finger. He crept closer to her and her wicked tongue.
    “I’m thankful this food is so tasty,” she said while
staring at a fork full of coleslaw. “I’m not able to muster up any regret for
the calories.”
    “You shouldn’t regret anything, especially calories.”
It should be considered a crime for a woman with curves like hers to watch what
she ate. The corner of her mouth caught his attention. A smudge of barbeque
sauce flirted with the edge of her lip.
    “Ha, easy for you to say.” She looked
up at him. “What is it? What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?”
    Before he could stop himself, he sat beside her, and
his inquisitive finger reached out and rubbed the corner of her mouth. His
finger hovered between them, an inch from her mouth. She licked her lips, and seconds
ticked by. Nothing in the room captured his attention but her devilish mouth.
Her tongue reached out and licked his finger. It took forever for his hand to
return to his side. The air between them had become thick with heat. He
couldn’t tear his sight from her beautiful eyes.
    ****
    “I’m sorry, I just…” She stopped talking and turned
her gaze to the table. “Thank you,” she said without looking at him. “I hate it
when someone sees a way to help and they ignore it instead.”
    Her mind reeled at the possible implications of his
touch or her bold reaction. What must he think of her? Maybe smudges of food
bothered him. Maybe he was being considerate. The possibilities sounded right, but
his eyes didn’t have the look of a gentleman. They were dark and carnal.
    She’d licked his finger.
    Butterflies filled her belly. Rarely did she attract
a man’s attention and never without some effort. She might have undressed Jake
a few times today in her mind, but she’d kept it all business on the outside,
until now. The star of her naughty fantasies was a bit of a curiosity. Twice today,
she’d seen his expression drenched in desire.
    The moment dissipated like it had never been. His
hand no longer reached for her. His look no longer promised unmentionable
things. He ducked his chin to concentrate on something on the table. Then he was
back into work like nothing happened. Disappointment dug in and left her
feeling unwanted. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders and attempted to
shake the familiar ugliness.
    She followed his example, though, and dragged her
attention back to simpler things, like lunch.
    She loved the barbeque from The Smoke Hut. Lydia
liked Carvelo’s , but she preferred more casual
cuisine. After another lick to her