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comprehend
serving someone else’s needs.”
    The unnatural stillness of his expression
should have been my clue.
    “Maybe it’s not me we’re discussing,” he said
quietly.
    “Yes, it is,” I shot back.
    He leaned over me, no doubt to be
intimidating, but my heart responded with a whole different
emotion. “Maybe you want to be dominated. Maybe you’re the one who loves to be fucked from behind. Maybe you haven’t had a man
who’ll cater to your sexual whims.”
    He whipped me around and pressed me down
against his immaculate desk. I had to spread my legs to keep from
falling. One huge hand encircled my wrists. With his other hand, he
shoved up my skirt.
    “Well, well, well.” He traced the lines of my
garter. His touch raised gooseflesh. “Did Emmett send you here to
seduce me into taking him back if all your pretty words didn’t
convince me?”
    “No.” I struggled against his hold.
    My token efforts made Ian laugh. Maybe we
both knew I wasn’t putting my heart into breaking free. He ran his
fingers down the crevice of my ass, and my body shuddered. “Why are
you really here?”
    I should have said something except I
couldn’t think straight. My panting was the only sound for a moment
until I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper. His zipper.
    His other hand slid between my thighs and
lightly stroked my curls. “Tell me to stop, Lacy.”
    My throat itched; it was so dry. A total
contrast to my pussy. The more he played with me the wetter I
became. Why didn’t I complain? Protest? Something? Anything?
    Because I didn’t want to. I’d pushed him
because I wanted this reaction from him. I wanted him to overpower
me, take me, use me.
    Subconsciously, did we both know the real
reason we’d never be able to work together? Every minor
disagreement would turn into foreplay, and we wouldn’t get anything
accomplished at the company.
    Right now, none of that mattered. The only
thing that did was Ian filling me with his cock. I could feel the
pad of his fingers circle the edge of my passage, spreading my
juices all over my pussy.
    “Tell me no, Lacy.” His voice was husky in my
ear.
    The proper thing would be to say no. This was
supposed to be a business meeting. Refusing is what I should do.
What I should have done last night in Atlanta. What Good Girl Lacy
had always done.
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    “Yes, what?” The faintest hint of surprise
flavored the lust in his tone.
    “Yes, please fuck me, sir.”
    His cock replaced his fingers, nudging my
pussy, teasing me with its promise of satisfaction. “Last chance,
Lacy. Tell me no.” His harshness warned me. If I said yes now, and
denied him later, this thing between us was finished.
    I didn’t want it to be over. I wanted him. I needed him in ways I never knew were possible. “Please fuck
me, sir,” I repeated.
    His cock penetrated me. Hard. Full. My pussy
walls contracted around the length of him.
    Rational thought must have invaded his mind.
He muttered a curse before he said, “Protection.”
    I panicked as he started to withdraw. “No.”
This protest was loud and obvious. “Don’t stop fucking me.” A
little part of me said, Are you insane? The rest of me
needed him, as if I walked into a four-star restaurant while
starving, devouring anything and everything set before me.
    “Lacy…” The concern and warning were there,
but I didn’t care.
    “Please, don’t stop.” My plea ended in a
half-gasp, half-sob.
    He did the same slow, exquisite thrust and
retreat he had in the hotel bed. Teasing. Driving me insane.
Proving he controlled my body’s responses. In this one thing, I was
willing to relinquish all power to him because I had already
experienced the explosive results.
    “You can’t scream when you come this time.”
He sounded so pleased, confident in my capitulation. “Everyone in
the office will hear.”
    “It’s Friday. How many people are still
here?”
    “My partner for one.” His laughter sounded
strained as he