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spasms
until her ripples subsided.
    Wetness trickled down her thigh.
    Diego pulled out completely and spun her around to face the
door. Still reeling from her orgasm, she steadied herself, palms against the
wooden surface as if she might do some vertical pushups against the door. He
gently kicked her feet apart and pulled her hips toward him as if he might
frisk her for a weapon. He pushed her skirt away and caressed her ass. His cock
found the empty space he’d seconds ago abandoned.
    She slid against the length of him, enjoying the new angle
of his shaft teasing her passage again and again. With his hands, he spread her
ass cheeks, bringing the glowing warmth of embarrassment to the cheeks on her
face. His fingers kneaded the flesh of her hips and ass.
    “You should have called me,” he said, punishing her
magnificently with his cock.
    “Yes.” Yancey hissed her reply. “I was bad.”
    “Very bad,” he teased her, chuckling and playing along.
    “You should spank me.” She choked out the words.
    His rhythm hiccupped and he missed a beat. “What?”
    “Spank me!”
    “Okay.” Diego stopped kneading her ass and applied the
perfect amount of force with the palm of his hand.
    The slap knocked a second wave of pleasure loose from
somewhere deep inside her belly. The walls of her pussy constricted around his
length, squeezing and releasing. A gargled plea for more caught in her throat
as the burst of ecstasy showered her insides with wet warmth. Before the
torrent of pleasure ended, Diego smacked her other ass cheek with equal force,
prolonging the explosion inside her. The slap rang so loudly in her ears that
she feared the entire second floor had heard the smack.
    His cock slammed into her pussy only about half a dozen more
times before he stilled inside her and groaned. Grasping her hips, he ground
Yancey’s ass against him. He curled into her body and rested his forehead on
her shoulder. His breath blew out hard and fast, penetrating the fabric of her
blouse.
    “ Caray ,” he muttered. “That’s progress,” he said in a
raspy whisper—whether to himself or to her she wasn’t sure. “I promise I’ll be
back up to speed in no time at all.”
    Liking his speed just fine, she had no idea what he was
talking about. Could it get better than that? Diego pulled her back against his
chest and held her tight against the solid muscles of his chest. His hips
intermittently pushed against her.
    He kissed her neck. “Have lunch with me.”
    She reached behind her to comb her fingers through his short
dark hair. Her impulse was to resist and say no. But he was officially not a
one-night stand any longer. Yancey liked him. The way he looked. The way he
smelled. Diego hadn’t made her feel self-conscious or inexperienced…yet. He
also hadn’t made her feel like a cheap whore, which she’d thought was an
inevitable by-product of her wild sex spree.
    And she was hungry. Plus her lunch had vanished from the
break room refrigerator again. Someone needed to install a camera and catch the
culprit, although it seemed she’d been the only victim to complain. Going to
lunch with Diego made perfect sense. And Stanley wouldn’t feel obligated to
share his lunch again.
    “Sure,” she replied. Yancey felt his smile at the base of
her neck. And he’d be a huge asset with checking off her list, she thought.
    The phone on the desk rang. She ignored it, letting Diego
pepper her neck and cheek with hot kisses. She tilted her head so he could give
her other cheek equal attention. The ringing ceased, probably going to voice
mail.
    The intercom beeped. “Mr. Pickens is waiting for the lobby
elevator,” Stanley said, frantically. “Do you copy? Next stop—his office.”
    “Oh crap,” Yancey said.
    “What’s wrong, baby?” Diego nipped at her earlobe.
    “My boss.” She broke away from his embrace. “He was supposed
to be out all day.”
    “This isn’t your office?”
    “Cripes, no.” She yanked her panties from his