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  Ten seconds passed…twenty…and still his stroking didn’t resume. His palm rested on my leg like a big tease. I wiggled to get his attention and suffered the loss of his touch entirely. I groaned.

  “Sure. I’ve got those figures right here. Let me put you on speakerphone while I grab those.”

  Had he said speakerphone? I had a second to process that before Charles whispered right in my ear, “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Charles! Don’t you dare—”

  The push of a button opened the phone line. “Hi, Bill. Can you hear me all right?”

  I heard the other man answer as if from far away, followed by Charles’s response. My husband even tugged one of the files out from under my shoulder and began reading.

  “No, zero point one nine five,” he told the other man.

  That was about how many seconds away from climax I was if only he’d touch me. I was sopping wet and trembling with urgency, and a fine sheen of perspiration chilled my skin in the air-conditioned office. If I let go of the desk, I could take care of myself. I could slide my finger between my slick labia and finish what he’d started.

  “I wouldn’t recommend it,” Charles said. He was still talking to that interferer, Bill, but I sensed the message was for me.

  Choking back a cry, I thumped the back of my head against the stack of papers under it.

  “A seven percent increase? That’s right. That’s just right.”

  The sudden finger he speared into my tender vagina made me twist in shock. He pushed it all the way past the second knuckle before he removed it. I heard papers turning and realized how he’d used my intimate moisture. It was such a kinky, forbidden thing to do that I almost came right then.

  Seconds later, the thrust of two fingers inside my sheath had preorgasmic explosions ricocheting around my pelvis. There was no soft buildup or holding back, just the hard stroking I’d been begging for. I canted my hips and rode those fingers for all I was worth.

  They fell still again, and my impending orgasm stuttered to a halt.

  “I don’t care what Kyle says. That guy’s a dick.”

  A dick was what I needed right now—namely his, driving hard and deep. He twitched his fingers inside me but didn’t resume stroking. I couldn’t tell if Charles was deliberately playing with me or was distracted by the conversation. I didn’t care.

  Just when I was about to lift my hips in demand, he curled those fingers and began to rub the pads in a tight little knot. I gripped the edge of the desk so hard I knew the wood grain would be stamped into my hands. My impending orgasm ratcheted up to nuclear levels. I reached a plateau of ecstasy I hadn’t known existed. The extra stimulation should have flung me over the edge, but my straining body was shocked into stasis, holding there on the sharp point of a knife.

  “Nine o’clock.” Charles set down the papers he’d been reviewing and continued massaging fire into my sheath. “I’ll see you then, Bill. Bye.”

  My orgasm had just begun to barrel through me when he pulled his fingers clear. I wailed in protest before I could stop myself. Luckily the click of the phone disconnecting preceded my outburst by scant milliseconds.

  More! Take me! I wanted to scream my demands, but I was a babbling wreck. What was he doing? I heard the rustle of papers as if he was straightening up, followed by a noise that made me mewl in desperation. It was the sound of him lowering his zipper.

  “Heels on the corners of the desk,” he told me.

  My coordination was shot to hell, so he had to help me. The wooden corners dug into my arches.

  He clasped my hips and flexed his fingers, no doubt to remind me of how strong he was. Papers and files hissed and crinkled as he yanked me closer, positioning me so my butt rested at the very edge of the desk. I didn’t need to feel the business documents sticking to my back to remember where I was. The distant chirp of office machines and murmur of voices beyond the door kept me constantly aware of my surroundings. I was completely exposed here, and my husband was about to screw me on his desk as promised.

  With my feet positioned at the corners of the desk, I had my legs spread wide. I didn’t have to see Charles to know he was staring at the drenched folds of my pussy, which had blossomed open for him. I had never felt so powerful or so vulnerable in my life.

  “This is mine too.” He dug his fingers more deeply into the flesh of my hips. “Mine to take.”

  I groaned long and low at the first kiss of his cock against my quivering opening. The blunt head was as hard as the tabletop beneath me and ten times as hot. His first thrust was like a battering ram. I was so slick he had an easy glide, but I was far too swollen for him to seat himself in one go. A series of forward lunges followed, making my sheath contract around him as he forced his way past the responsive tissue.

  On the fourth stroke, he bore down and finally sank to the hilt. He held still long enough to sweep his hands over my breasts with a touch so possessive I had no choice but to surrender. Then he returned his grip to my hip bones so he could hold me still for his pleasure.

  I was at his mercy, and he showed me none. He pounded his hard cock into me with all the focus and determination he was capable of. The plump head felt like polished stone as it raked back and forth, causing my pussy to constrict around the shaft in mind-numbing waves of pleasure. I could feel the desk rocking beneath me and heard a pencil cup take a fall somewhere above my head.

  He was as unpredictable as he was skilled. Hard, staccato bursts of humping were followed by long, deep strokes that had my sheath clutching and dragging at his cock. I never knew which I’d get next. My pussy kept clenching like I was already coming, but I could tell this was only the beginning. The tension was still coiling. I hadn’t reached the greatest height yet.

  He began to take me harder and faster, the slacks he hadn’t bothered to remove chafing the insides of my thighs. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, something hard and smooth licked my distended clit. I thought at first it was his finger, but it was far too cool for that. He pressed the bulbous cap of a metal fountain pen against the erect bud.

  The clash of cool metal and hot cock against my most sensitive nerves managed the impossible. It sent me spiraling up to a higher tier of sensation. Though I was still blindfolded, I could feel Charles staring down at where he was taking me. I could picture the gloss of my juices shining on his dusky shaft beneath the overhead lights.

  That image was the last one in my head as my orgasm broke free. My lips peeled back for a silent scream, and I arched like I was having a seizure. Ecstasy pounded through me with each contraction of my pussy around his solid length. He held his cock high inside me until the last pulse faded.

  Breathless and wrung out, I flopped uselessly on the desk when he pulled out. I didn’t even bother wiping the tears from my eyes when he undid my blindfold so I could see. In an impressive show of strength, he plucked me up and set me on my feet. He then turned me around so he could strip off the sticky note stuck to my derriere. I would have laughed if I’d had the energy.

  Awareness returned in a rush when I felt his hard, cream-covered cock against my backside. I should have known he wouldn’t finish the first time. Charles was all about power and mastery. He didn’t come until he wanted to, and he controlled my orgasms just as ruthlessly. It was a point of pride with him.

  “Now hold on to the desk,” he ordered, already bending me over.

  I found myself facing the window.

  “I can’t.” My voice quavered as he lined up his cock. “Charles, I can’t take it.”

  He started to press in. “Yes, you can. You’ll take what I give you.”

  With a quick thrust, he seated himself, hitting my G-spot along the way. I wailed under my breath, unable to bear the overstimulation. My nerve endings were already raw, and the scrape of his cock over them made them scream. In this position, his cock felt a foot long, filling me to capacity and beyond. I was suspended in a realm where ecstasy and agony were indistinguishable.
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br />   “I can’t,” I squealed as he started to thrust. “Not again.”

  “Again.” He was insistent as he began to pound into me. His balls spanked me on every in-stroke. “Just a quickie, baby. Then you can go.”

  The arrogance of this statement had me flushing, but I couldn’t distinguish anger from arousal. His hips made a slapping noise as he took me, and the whole office reeked of sex. If anyone did look in the window, I was framed for view, completely naked and about to come undone.

  It should have been impossible to climax again so soon. This second climb up the mountain was definitely more arduous, but I could feel myself ascending twice as quickly. He didn’t even touch my clit this time, relying solely on the head of his cock battering that special bundle of nerves deep inside.

  “Please.” My womb was so tight I thought I’d implode.

  “Look at that.” He sounded breathless now, grunting as he plowed me with his cock. “You naughty girl. You left a wet spot on my folder. I have to show those files to some clients I’m taking out to dinner tonight. I wonder what they’d think if they knew what caused the stain.”

  End game. His words got into my head just as he lunged up so hard I rose onto my toes. The ripples of my orgasm were slower this time, but twice as powerful. My pussy squeezed his cock, milking it insistently until he gave up his cum. His engorged dick kicked inside me and spewed his hot seed against my womb. He tensed with each new wave of release, spending into my clutching sheath until he was empty.

  A shiver traveled down my spine when he pulled out. He offered me some tissues to clean up before he wiped his cock and balls and stuffed them back into his pants.

  “You’re right, Fila. That was a nice break. Maybe we should make this a standing appointment.”

  I gave his statement the look it deserved and pulled on my dress. “Don’t push it.”

  “No?” Charles tried for innocent, but he didn’t pull it off. He crooked his finger to beckon me closer. “Come here.”

  I finished slipping on my shoes before I obeyed him. “You’re lucky I love you.”

  “That I am.” He pulled me close and gave me the kind of kiss that had started all this. “I love you too. And I’ll think about cutting back on my hours, especially next week since your birthday is coming up.”

  “You remembered?” Tender warmth flooded my chest, mingling with the aftereffects of his lovemaking.

  He shot me a grin as he knotted his tie. “Chad reminded me. Speaking of which, you’d better get going if you want to make it to dinner on time. I’ll be home late tonight, so don’t wait up.”

  I just shook my head. It didn’t look like I’d won the argument about his working too hard after all. As for making this a standing appointment, I kissed him good-bye before he could see the temptation in my eyes.

  Unlocking the door, I opened it to find one of my husband’s coworkers about to knock. I stepped aside to let her in and was sure I blushed fiery red when I glanced back at the desk. Charles’s computer and accessories were still on the floor, and pencils and pens were scattered everywhere.

  When I looked at my husband, the ballsy man just smiled and winked at me.

  I didn’t dare look at his coworker. Whirling around, I slipped away and hurried out of the building.

  Evening was already falling outside, caught between the mellow gold of the sunset and the cool tones of impending night. I got in my car and took off to go have dinner with my other husband.

  Chapter Three

  Although I had to rush from Charles’s office, I arrived at the restaurant only a few minutes late. Chad and I had agreed to meet at the local bistro because it was within walking distance of his work, and I had the second car today.

  Chad was employed at a recording studio. He worked full-time, but his job was just a job to him. If he’d had his way, he might have been a professional student or artist. The knowledge and skills Genetic Harmony had instilled, or rather, installed in him were not enough for Chad. He was constantly reading and learning new things, and he enjoyed painting in his spare time.

  The bistro we’d chosen was fancy enough my dress and short heels weren’t out of place, but not so stuffy the men had to wear a jacket and tie. Overall, the place had a relaxed, intimate atmosphere and good food, which was all I really cared about. As I walked across the parking lot to the door, I spotted Chad sitting at one of the patio tables waiting for me.

  “There she is.” His smile was joyful and welcoming, and he stood when I came toward him.

  I took his hands in mine and tilted my face up to receive his kiss. Of the three men in my life, Chad was by far the best kisser, which said a lot. He always seemed to gauge just the right slant and pressure when he captured my lips. His kisses were never sloppy, and unlike Charles’s, they had a definite give-and-take. It was the kind of kiss that made a woman lift one heel off the ground as she leaned in and let herself get swept away. With Chad, there was no pricey cologne to distract me—only a hint of aftershave with a fresh, youthful scent.

  His low hum of appreciation sounded like the purr of a jungle cat. I swallowed the sound and felt it vibrate through my breastbone before it echoed lower in my body.

  Although Chad had no problem with public displays of affection, he was always careful not to make me uncomfortable. He teased me with the barest flick of his tongue before he stepped back to give me the full once-over. I should have been too satiated to feel aroused, but the heat behind his jade-green gaze ignited tingles beneath my skin.

  “Sei bella,” he said in Italian. You’re beautiful. Then in French, “Je t’adore.” I adore you. “You have to be the sexiest thing on two legs in that little black dress, Fila. Absolutely stunning.” He fingered one of the spaghetti straps.

  Where Charles had made me blush with his bluntness and sexual demands, Chad had my cheeks burning rosy with a different sort of warmth. “You’re such a smooth talker.”

  “It’s no more than the truth.”

  That’s what I loved about him. He had a way of making me feel like the center of his world, like some kind of treasure. His compliments did wonders for my ego, especially since he looked pretty amazing himself.

  He’d grown out his hair until it reached his collar, which made him look like the artist he harbored in his soul. Either that or a fallen angel. His skin had a much darker tan than either of my other men, and I knew from firsthand experience he didn’t have any tan lines. Anywhere.

  Chad also had the most ripped body. He cultivated his prime physique with rigorous workouts—running, biking, weight lifting, you name it. It was always a treat to see him all sweaty and wearing nothing but shorts. Better yet, the shorts could easily be removed for a different sort of aerobics.

  He was built for seduction, and he knew it. Even the way he moved when he held my chair for me was sensual.

  He returned to his seat across from me. “I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of ordering us some wine.” He wrapped his fingers around a sleek bottle of red and splashed some into the waiting glasses.

  I caught the name on the label and shot him a coy look through my lashes. “You know very well I don’t mind. This is one of my favorites.”

  “Is it?” His grin turned teasing.

  I kept my gaze locked with his as I lifted the glass to my mouth. The smooth edge of the wineglass felt cool against my lower lip, and the bold flavor soaked into my tongue before it warmed my throat on the way down. The sensation reminded me of his welcoming kiss.

  The only things standing between us on the small, round table were the menus and silverware and a center candle flickering in the evening breeze. Without thinking, I reached out my right hand to take his. His larger palm engulfed mine, and I felt the metal band of his wedding ring beneath my fingers.

  “So how was your day, love?”

  My lips curved as I took another sip. Images of the lovemaking I’d enjoyed with Chuck and Charles spilled through me as deliciously as the drink.

  “I’v
e had a pretty terrific day,” I admitted. “And it’s even better now that I’m here with you.”

  “Good. I missed you.” He managed a boyish pout that brought my attention back to his mouth.

  I laughed, though the sound came out husky. “You say that like we’ve been apart forever. We just had breakfast together this morning.”

  “Maybe it feels like forever.” The way he stroked the stem of his glass made me cross my legs. “Ti penso sempre, Fila. I’m always thinking of you. Tell me everything you’ve done since we were last together.”

  Another of Chad’s great qualities was the way he paid attention to everything I said. We ordered dinner, and he continued to hold my hand. He listened as I described my workday, interrupting only to feed me choice bites of food. This time I included tidbits of personal news about my coworkers and their families—people he recognized by name from previous conversations. Then I described my afternoon with Chuck, though I left out the details of our time in the bedroom. I was still a little worried about him. Chuck wanted to be a father so badly, and I knew he’d make a great one.

  Chad returned a slow, understanding smile. “‘From fairest creatures we desire increase.’”

  “What’s that?”

  He laughed. “Shakespeare, my love. You know how I enjoy the sonnets. Chuck is looking for an heir to ‘bear his memory.’ He’s probably hoping to have children who inherit their mother’s beauty and grace; ‘When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.’”

  I could tell by my warm cheeks I was blushing again. “Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

  “You think I’m insincere?” He clutched his chest as if I’d wounded him.

  “No.” I gave him an honest answer. “I almost wish you were. At least then I’d have a fighting chance against you. As it is, you’re irresistible.”

  “I like being irresistible to you.” Chad leaned forward so the glow of the flame outlined his handsome features. He reached out with his free hand to trace my cheek in a slow, reverent caress that made me sigh. “‘I love thee to the level of everyday’s / Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.’”