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he bent
his head closer to her pussy, his lean fingers spreading her lips wide. At the
first lash of his tongue against her slick flesh lightning shot through her.
She gasped, sucking in her breath. His educated tongue had an agenda all its
own, licking and sliding and rimming the opening of her vagina.
    “Wet.” The pleasure in his voice was evident. “And
delicious, like sugar candy.”
    He bent to his task again, the tip of his tongue circling
her clit again and again, now flicking the very tip, now curling around it.
Livy clenched her fists in the comforter to steady herself against the
onslaught on sensations.
    In me, she wanted to cry. Inside me. Now.
    But Alex continued to torment her, now stabbing his
tongue inside her, now withdrawing, over and over again.
    The climax erupted from her without warning, the spasms
gripping her entire body, her pussy clenching over and over again in its need.
    “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, and rocked against his mouth.
    He stayed with her, nipping and licking, until the last
tremor had disappeared. But the orgasm hadn’t satisfied her. Only left her
wanting more. Much more.
    He rose to his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt.
    “Now,” he said. “Now I’ll be naked, too.”
    “Livy?” The voice startled her. “Olivia, are you all right?”
    She lifted her head, startled to see Frank Vincent standing
in front of her desk. She blinked, trying to focus. Ohmigod! She’d been
reliving one of those damn dreams right here in the office and hadn’t even
heard him come in. She felt the pull of heat low in her belly. She squeezed her
thighs together and felt an embarrassing wetness trapped by her pantyhose.
Putting on what she hoped was her best professional face, she smoothed her hair
back and fiddled with the collar of her blouse. Did her face look as red as it
felt? Hell and damnation anyway.She supposed she was lucky she didn’t
have her hand between her damn legs when Frank walked in.
    “I’m sorry, Frank. I guess I was just lost in thought.” She
did her best to mentally pull herself together. This was so not like her.
    “Those short naps are great, aren’t they?” he chuckled.
    Naps? He thought she was sleeping? Shit!
    “I wasn’t asleep,” she began, protesting.
    He just waved a hand at her. “No sweat. Sometimes work
catches up with us. I’ve had the same thing happen to me.”
    Not likely.
    “Anyway,” she went on, “what can I do for you?”
    He dropped into one of the chairs in front of her desk. “I
assume young McMann told you he has a meeting set with us for Monday morning?”
    She nodded. “Ten o’clock. And I believe all three brothers
will be there?”
    ”That’s correct. I thought I’d touch base with you one last
time and get your feedback on them.”
    Feedback. Right.
    “I have to say, at least for Alex, they are what you see. I
haven’t been able to dig up any hidden secrets in their past nor can I find
anyone, in my casual explorations, who had a bad word to say about them. Only
good. Honest. Dedicated. Hardworking.”
    Frank snorted. “And are they all boy scouts?”
    Livy frowned. “Believe it or not, Frank, there are actually
some people out there who take pride in who and what they are and take pains to
maintain that.”
    “So you’re saying if we like what they have to show us we
should go ahead with the contract? It’s all private money and the investors
have given me the option of not taking bids. But I can’t afford to make a
mistake.”
    She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “You
won’t be making one. I know this is a very important project and probably our
biggest to date. But you were very clear you wanted something new and innovative.
I can promise you that’s what the McManns will bring to the table. And not give
you problems.”
    “Okay, then.” He pushed himself out of the chair. “I’m
calling executive staff for nine thirty Monday so we can get our ducks in a row
before the McMann brothers get