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earn your way back to me. Now
polish!”
    Jumping, she took two steps toward his desk before she
caught herself. He had to know that she wasn’t going to be bullied. She squared
her shoulders and elegantly made her way to the desk, all the while mulling
over his words. He can get into my pants or my mouth…or any other part of
me. Sheesh. What other part was there?
    Oh.
    She didn’t want to think about that bone of contention
between them, so she continued with her silent rant. He thought she was so
easy, did he? And he was the big, strong man? She twisted off the oil cap and
simmered. She wasn’t a pushover. Well, maybe she was, but he was the one who
made her that way.
    Less than five minutes to do it.
    Why was she feeling so bad about that taunt? If she put her
devious mind to work, as he frequently did his, he wouldn’t last five minutes,
she was sure of it. Her hand paused in the motion of pouring a small amount of
oil on top of his desk. Lemony scent filled the air and tickled her nose while
she watched the tiny puddle flatten and thought about putting that theory to
the test. When the idea came to her she didn’t hesitate. She angled the oil
bottle down and let the liquid rip.
     
    Rene sat there completely stunned. His wife was polishing
his wood desk with her body. Her whole fucking body as she stretched and
retreated, rubbed and reached, slid and swiped as she oiled the far end of the
desktop by lying over it. The pungent smell of lemons somehow heightened the
experience. Damn. He should have known something was up when she went at the
task from the end of the desk instead of the front. The piece of furniture was
as long as she was tall, without the shoes.
    Holy— Just then she grasped the front and back edges and
fully pulled herself in a sexy glide over the top, while her breasts squashed
out from underneath her and glistened in a tantalizing shine.
    He didn’t think it could get any worse, but the breath was
knocked out of him the instant she bent her knees and her ankles crossed, one
over the other with her come-fuck-me heels pointing to the ceiling.
Sexy-as-all-hell didn’t even begin to describe the way she stole over the wood
surface, as if she were begging it to fuck her or get her off. She gave up
using the cloth and worked the oil around with her hands. Splaying her fingers
and massaging the wood like she’d worked him over when they’d had a session
with massage oil. Jesus.
    He readjusted himself. His fucking pants were choking the
life out of him. He sucked in another breath. She was flexing those lush hips
of hers, grinding them into the surface, clenching and unclenching her ass as
if it were him who was beneath her.
    “Alexis.”
    “Mmm?”
    Her purr sent even more hot blood to his cock. He didn’t think
it was possible, but he felt himself swell thicker. “Stop it.”
    She didn’t of course. Instead she turned over and he was
just about to thank Christ that she had, when he saw it. Her outfit. The
nude-colored lace and netting, drenched with the oil, went completely
transparent. He could see everything. All of her better than if she were naked.
    Fuck.
    “Do you like what you see, Rene?” She pushed off her shoes
and let them drop over the edge of the desk. Bare feet planted, she undulated.
“Do you want a better look?”
    When she arched toward him the sight was like a direct punch
to his solar plexus. Before he knew what he was doing he was standing at the
end of the desk. Staring down. Her fully engorged nipples drenched and trapped
in the oil-covered lace were the color of dark apricots and looked good enough
to eat. Saliva pooled in his mouth with anticipation of a taste. He bent
forward and would have licked his lips, but his tongue went bone dry because
just then she shifted. Slowly she pressed her shoulders back onto the desk and
spread her knees wide, exposing the heart of herself beneath the shaded veil of
netting. The sight took his breath away. It also caused him to