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didn’t let up, continuing to take her mouth with a hunger she felt in every part of her body. In response, she tightened her arms around his neck and moved in closer, needing the contact of his chest against hers, liking how her nipples were hardening in need.
    “Mr. Westmoreland, I’m leaving for lunch now.”
    The sound of the receptionist’s voice over the intercom seemed to boom across the room. Riley pulled his mouth away but kept it within inches of hers. “I hope you liked that,” he whispered against her lips, tipping her chin up for better access.
    A smile curved the corners of her mouth. “The kiss or the fact that your receptionist is taking lunch?”
    He chuckled. “The kiss.”
    There was no reason to lie, so she said, “I did.””
    He traced her lips with his tongue before saying, “Good. Just thought I’d get a little head start on all that pleasure I plan on giving you.”
    She thought he’d gotten more than a head start. “Do you mind getting me down off your desk now?”
    “Not at all.”
    And just as easily as he’d placed her up there, he had her back on her feet. They were standing close. She could feel the heat of him all over her. “I’ve got a suggestion, Alpha,” he said in a deep, husky tone.
    She lifted a brow. “What?”
    “I suggest we move our meeting someplace else, and I know just the place. Go home and change into something comfortable—like jeans and boots—and I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
    “And just where are we supposed to be going?”
    “Riley’s Station.”
    “Where?”
    “Just do it, okay?”
    “And this is a business meeting, right?”
    A smile touched the corners of his mouth. “Both business and pleasure.”
    When she opened her mouth to remind him of her rules, he quickly spoke up and said, “I know, you want to take things slow and not be rushed. I got it.”
    She was glad he got it. Now if she could only get her traitorous body on the same page.

Six
    A lpha tried keeping the butterflies from her stomach as she quickly dressed, knowing Riley would be there to pick her up in less than thirty minutes. “This is crazy,” she muttered, pulling a burgundy V-neck sweater over her head. “All he had to say was ‘let’s go’ and I’m going.”
    She stood sideways to look in the mirror at her perky breasts pressed against her sweater. It had been Omega’s idea for her to wear a push-up bra with all her sweaters, and she would admit it made her girls look bigger than they really were.
    She was about to put on lipstick when her cell phone rang. She grinned as she answered it. “Speak of the devil.”
    “Hey, and you were talking about me to who?” her sister said with laughter in her voice.
    “No one, just thinking about what you told me, about ways a woman can make herself look sexy.”
    “Umm, you’re trying to look sexy? Sounds like you’ve made some decisions about a few things.”
    Alpha leaned against the bathroom counter. When Omega had called last week she had spent over an hour on the phone telling her twin the latest about her meeting with Riley, how fine he was and his suggestion that they indulge in an affair. Of course Omega had been all for it, saying Alpha needed to rev up her love life. “Yes, I agreed to do it, and he’s agreed not to rush me into anything.”
    “But no climax control, right?”
    Alpha lifted a brow. “Climax control?”
    “Yes, you plan to let the orgasms rip.”
    Alpha threw her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming with laughter. Her sister could be so outlandish at times. Um, in fact most of the time. “Behave, girl. And how is that book coming along?” Omega had decided to write a book about her experience as a porn star.
    “Great. It’s wonderful therapy for me.”
    Alpha didn’t say anything for a minute and then asked, “Do you miss the business, Omega?” She’d always wondered but never asked. Nothing her parents said or did had made Omega give up her line of work until Omega had