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here, it had gotten worse. If I walked out today, I would be unemployed, with nothing to fall back on.
    Not even unemployment.
    I couldn’t even tell the bastard to go to hell. And, judging by the curve of his lips, he knew it.
    His gaze flicked to my knees.
    Vowing to start hunting for a new job ASAP, I parted them a tiny bit.
    “More.”
    Dammit.
    Face burning, I inched them open a little more.
    He bent at the waist and used his hands on my knees to push them wider. As my thighs parted, my pencil skirt strained. He jammed it up, lifting my ass off the seat to clear it out from under me. “Now, that’s better.” His gaze meandered down my body, stopping at the juncture of my thighs where my black satin panties were getting damp, despite my conflicting emotions. “I like these.” Just as he had yesterday, he teased my tissues through the material with his finger. But this time he found the hard little nub pulsing with heat and rubbed it. His lips softly caressed mine.
    Oh, this was so wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! But suddenly I didn’t care. It felt so good being touched by such a gorgeous man, such a powerful man.
    A wave of need swept through me, and I felt my thighs tensing, my legs pulling wider apart.
    “Hmmm. You’re so responsive. Wet.” He hooked his finger in the sodden material and pulled, and it tore away.
    Shocked, angry, I jumped. He’d just ripped my panties. My panties. Mine! Those hadn’t been cheap. I almost said something, then remembered the money sitting in my purse. He’d paid for plenty of pairs of panties. No doubt he figured he could rip them off all he wanted.
    His finger eased into me, and a moan slipped from my lips.
    All thought fled from my mind. And hot anger was instantly displaced by another kind of burning.
    “Shhh.” He added a second finger, slowly pushed them in, then pulled them out. In and out. In and out.
    It was decadent pleasure, being stroked so intimately. God help me, I didn’t want him to stop.
    I closed my eyes, content to focus on all the other sensations charging through my body. As he leaned closer to nip my earlobe, the scent of his cologne filled my nose. I inhaled deeply, drinking in the tangy scent. When I licked my lips, trembling as my need grew, my mouth filled with the taste that was uniquely him. Sweet with a hint of mint. My skin burned where his lips touched me. My earlobe, the sensitive spot just below it. Even though he hadn’t touched my breasts yet, my nipples were tingling, hardening into sharp little points.
    I reached for him, laying my flattened hands on his chest. My fingertips traced the lines of his defined muscles through his cotton dress shirt. He was so hard and strong.
    “I didn’t tell you to touch me.” He took my arms at the wrists and placed them on the chair’s arms. Then, taking me by surprise, he pulled off his necktie and used it to tie one of them to the armrest.
    “Hmmm,” he said, glancing around the room. His gaze snapped to my open crotch, and he smiled. Leaning over me and slipping his hands under my buttocks, he eased my ass off the chair again. I felt him grab my panties at the waist. Down they went. Off my feet. And then he tore them again, creating a long strip of black satin. He used it to tie my other wrist.
    He’d tied me up. I’d never been tied before.
    His smile made my heart thump heavily, and simmering heat pooled between my legs.
    He’d tied me up.
    “Do you like this, Abigail? Do you like feeling powerless?”
    I did.
    I shook my head. His lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. “I think we’re going to get along just fine.” A little rougher than before, he pushed my legs even wider apart. Using both hands, he pulled my wet flesh apart too, bent down, and dragged his tongue over my clit.
    My spine arched and I thrust my hips up. Oh God, that felt so good.
    He pushed me back down, then shoved two fingers inside me, thrusting them in and out roughly while his tongue flicked back and forth over my