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walked closer and placed his hand on her arm. 
Nicolas’s gaze dropped to his hand on her arm and when his eyes narrowed even
more, Samantha moved away slightly, forcing his hand to drop from her arm. 
Nicolas’s mouth curled in a sardonic grin and his eyes lifted to hers again.
    “Celebrating
your resignation, are you?”  She gasped for breath.  Of course he would not
keep his voice down, he had to blunder it out in his deep resonant voice!
    Charles
stiffened and turned to Samantha.  “Sam?  Who the devil is this and what the
hell is he talking about?”
    The
sardonic grin on Nicolas’s mouth turned absolutely evil and her hand itched to
slap it from his face.  She knew what was coming before the words even left his
mouth.
    “What? 
You have been here for nearly a week, and you still haven’t told him?  I
thought you had more guts than that ... darling.”  She noticed Charles’ start
at the deliberate use of the uncalled for endearment!
    “It’s
not as easy as that, you jerk!”  She threw an apologetic glance at Charles. 
“I’ll explain later, Charles.  Please don’t worry.” 
    Pre-empting
Nicolas’s intention to cause even further damage, she ushered him out the door,
and pulled him by his arm to her office a few doors down.  She slammed the door
shut and turned on him in a huff. And walked straight into his hard, unmovable
chest! His arms closed around her immediately and his head swooped down to
capture her surprised lips with his own.
    Her
lips were still slightly apart from wanting to shout at him, and he took full
advantage of that. His tongue surged inside deeply, stroking her teeth first,
then further to her tongue, the inner recesses of her mouth.  He sipped from
her mouth as if drinking and treasuring the taste of a fifty year old reserved
whiskey.  His hands caressed her back with slow, tender strokes, one hand moved
up to tilt her head back to allow him better access, while the other caressed
her curved bottom, slowly pulling her higher and tighter against his growing
arousal, pressing harder and bigger against her stomach with each passing
second.
    He
didn’t even try to hide it from her; he rather reveled in the feeling of her
softness against his hardness.  When her arms closed around his neck to grab
his hair at his nape, and urgently returned his kiss, he ground his erection
harder into her, slowly moving her against him.  She was driving him crazy! 
Every time he kissed her, she drove his passions and need for her higher and
higher.  Soon, the dam would burst and he would lose control.  He hoped to God
there was a bed close by when it happened! He growled at the thought and that
was enough to bring Samantha back to earth.
    She
dragged her mouth from his and out of his arms before he could stop her.  She
kept walking until she stood on the other side of her desk, only then turned
back to him, her hand stroking her slightly swollen lips.  He still stood where
she left him, his erection straining against his tight jeans, a slight flush on
his cheeks.  She could see he was grinding his teeth even from the distance and
noticed his hands fisted tightly by his sides.  His eyes didn’t let her go even
for a second.  She could feel it scorching her from where he stood.
    “You
… you have to stop doing that!”
    “Doing
what?”  The question came out low and hoarse.
    “Grabbing
and kissing me whenever you want!  I am not your plaything!”  His eyes
smoldered even deeper.
    “Do
you want to be?”  She gasped and spat in indignation, but realized he was dead
serious.
    “I
don’t think that’s funny, Nicolas!”
    “Nor
do I.”  He moved closer and around her desk, and she moved around the opposite
side, but he kept coming.  She held out her hand.
    “Stop
it.  This is my office and you …”
    “I
did warn you Samantha.”
    “For
goodness sake, Nicolas, I couldn’t just stay away and gave him the news over
the phone!  I had to come and discuss the way