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Los Angeles traffic was a ticket waiting to happen. To my
dismay, Warren was not deterred by a red and blue
light bar and we got to the office fairly quick.
    When he entered the garage at
work I said, “My car is on the first floor.”
    “That’s nice,” Warren said. He
drove to the third floor, to his assigned parking spot and cut the engine. He
turned in his seat to face me. “You still need to be taught how to take
directions.”
    “Excuse me?” I said.  
    “This morning, I believe I gave
you explicit instructions. Instructions you didn’t follow.”
    “This morning?” What was he
talking about? I did take a personal phone call, but I’d done all my work. “I
did everything you asked.”
    Warren folded out of his
vehicle, came to my side and opened the passenger door. “Come to my office.”
    “Now? Seriously, what was wrong
with my work?”
    “I’ll show you when we get to
my office.” He took hold of my elbow and didn’t let go. From the parking
garage, to the elevator to his office door he kept one hand on me. I racked my
brain for any reasonable explanation of what he was talking about. I finished
my reports. I filed everything. Did I miss an email?
    He unlocked the door to his
office and led me in. After securing the bolt behind him, he took off his
jacket and set it on his chair. His sleek modern desk was empty. No laptop,
phone, not even a pencil holder adorned the top space. So how could he show me
what I’d done wrong?
    Standing in front of his
opulent desk he said, “Come here.”
    My knees buckled looking at the
man who personified dangerous. I lifted my chin in defiance. “I’ll have you
know that I’ve done everything you asked.” But instinctively I knew this wasn’t
about work. I couldn’t walk. Being alone with him made it hard to breath. I was
caught between his vivid soul-piercing gaze and his fierce command. Crushed by
intensified need my silk panties felt heavy from moisture.
    He narrowed his eyes. “Again,
you fail to follow orders.”
    “Huh?” Orders? What orders?
    Warren pointed at the floor
before his desk. “Come. Here. ”
    This time I broke free from
paralysis and shuffled to his side. My heart beat fast as a race
horse before the derby.
    He grabbed the back of my neck
and consumed my lips. Just as in the restaurant my mind went blank, but this
time I allowed the caress of his ardent tongue. Without separating from the
embrace, he maneuvered me backwards until I sat on his desk in panties that
squished upon contact. That would leave a wet mark.
    Our tongues did battle while
his hands flew everywhere. He grabbed my hair, smoothed his fingers over my
breasts, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. The whole scene was
so erotic I couldn’t help but get swept away.
    Warren needed—with a
vengeance. The fire in his body hadn’t been properly extinguished. His animalistic
side took over and the more it did, the more I wanted him.
    The whiz of a dress zipper
interrupted desperate kisses and erratic breathing. The tight confines of my
evening gown melted from my shoulders exposing my black lace bra. Cool air hit
my skin but the contact of Warren’s hands smoothed over the goose bumps rising
on my arms. He parted from me for a moment and lifted the dress over my head.
    When he returned, I wrapped my
legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our kisses became an explorative
session and a competition. He moaned at my long strokes and grunted at my short
stabs. His tongue glided across in easy caresses. I lead, he chased. My tongue
wouldn’t be pinned down by his attempts of capture.
    His fingers wove into my hair
and he clamped my head between his hands. He was trying to get me to stay in
one place while I teased and nibbled. We broke apart and his kisses trailed
along my neck. His hand slipped behind my back and snapped my bra open. Warren
lifted off me enough to strip the black lace off my shoulders and leaned back
down.
    His slim body held me pinned