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cups on the coffee table and began working. Ian edged closer and closer to
Morgan as they worked. Eventually, his hard thigh was pressed firmly against
her as he pointed to a phrase he felt needed revision.
    Morgan, feeling the hard pressure of his thigh along hers, found
it hard to breathe easily. She forced herself to concentrate on his words.
    “Yes. I see what you mean. I can change this.”
    Ian set the article down and, turning to Morgan, set his arm
behind her on the back of the sofa. He took her hand and laced his fingers in
between hers, pulling her closer. He lowered his head toward hers, brushing his
lips against hers. At the soft contact, he moaned. Tipping his head, he changed
the position of his lips on hers, making it easier for him to penetrate her
lips with his tongue, which began to explore the dark recesses of her mouth.
    Morgan, feeling the intimate invasion, felt her heart rate zoom
into the danger zone. She smelled the woodsy scent of Ian’s cologne, liking the
smell. She felt his arms go around her back, his hands roaming over her back,
hips, sides and under her breasts. Feeling the touches, she felt her desire for
him ratchet up.
    Ian, feeling her ready response, leaned into Morgan, pushing her
back onto the sofa cushions. His legs tangled with hers as they continued to
kiss intimately.
    Morgan’s arms went around Ian’s neck, bringing him even closer.
She followed her body’s instincts and allowed her tongue to tangle with his,
imitating the thrusts and parries of lovemaking. As her tongue played with his,
she felt his physical response – his penis began pressing hard into her thigh,
growing and pressing for her secret place. She moaned . . .
     . . . And jumped. What was that sound? She blushed, realizing
she had really moaned as her fantasy grew ever hotter. Blushing, she got up and
went to look at herself in her bathroom mirror. Wow! Her eyes were so . . .
bright and her cheeks were flushed. Get
a grip on yourself, girl. He’s your editor, not your lover. Repeating
this to herself, she turned the cold water and splashed it over her wrists.
Returning to her computer, she forced herself to focus on her work.
    In his office, Ian was having similar difficulties. He kept
thinking of the next week’s editing meeting and his red pen slipped out of his
hand. Shaking his head, he got up and grabbed a bottle of chilled water,
scolding himself silently. You
damned idiot, she’s a colleague, not your girlfriend. Still, he found it
difficult to concentrate on the editing he had scheduled for the day. His thoughts
kept straying to Morgan – her large eyes, her shapely, petite form and her
long, pepper-and-salt hair. Finally, throwing his pen against the wall, he
swore under his breath, went to the bathroom and stripped down – for a long,
ice-cold shower.

Chapter 6
    Ian, feeling nervous, called Morgan.
    “Hey, I’m just calling to set up our meeting for this week. I’m
free on Tuesday, any time between 9:30 and noon. What works for you?” Ian asked
Morgan.
    “Let me check . . . okay, I have a meeting with two magazine
clients tomorrow and Wednesday, so Tuesday’s perfect. How about 9:30? I can
make breakfast.”
    “Excellent. Remember - coffee cake,” said Ian softly. And,
preferably you, Morgan, dressed only in a sexy red teddy. I’d prefer to . . .
edit in your bedroom, on your bed. Once we’re done, I’ll start making hot love
to you.
    “Uh, coffee cake, it is.” After hanging up, Morgan grimaced,
knowing she’d need to go through her cookbooks to find a streusel coffee cake
recipe. She decided that ham-and-cheese omelets would be a good choice, along
with strong coffee. She scribbled a note to herself to find a recipe and buy
the needed ingredients.
    On Tuesday morning, Morgan got up earlier than usual and took a
little more care with her appearance than she normally did. In the kitchen, she
flipped her cookbook open to the recipe she had chosen and started working on
the