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onto her back, pushing more deeply inside of her. She felt her muscles clamping onto him.
    The magnitude of his desire for her filled her. Under him, she began to work, meeting each of his thrusts. She could hardly bear the pleasure of the penetration, and she hoped he was as close to ecstasy as she was.
    Gasping, she couldn’t look away from his face. She saw his jaw flex in an effort to control himself. Forced to keep her strokes short with his body on top of hers, she let his cock sink deliciously inside of her. Suddenly, she knew she was one nudge, one feather touch, away.
    Phillip roared, “I need to . . . !”
    She thrust herself up and he thrust down one more fulfilling drive.
    â€œPhillip!” she cried, as the orgasm sizzled across her nerves in a delicious explosion.
    Deep inside her, she could feel the pulsing of his thick cock.
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    Later, as they clung together in the sea of his bed, she ran her hand over his chest, thighs, wherever she could reach. The planes of his body fascinated her.
    â€œMmmmm. That was . . .” She couldn’t think of anything good enough.
    â€œYeah,” he agreed groggily.
    â€œHaving you inside of me felt great.”
    He whispered in her ear, “Do I have to keep winning bets to get you into bed?”
    Just then, she knew she’d never be able to think of herself as the Ice Queen again. But where did that leave her at the firm? She just didn’t want to think about that yet.
    â€œSorry,” she said, teasingly. “We have to skip the second date.”
    â€œWhy?” He sounded so horrified that she grinned.
    â€œI really don’t want to be spanked.”
    He ran his palm over her ass, caressing, promising. “You’re all talk, Lauterborn. You don’t even know yourself yet.”
    â€œYou keep saying that,” she said, as if she doubted him.
    â€œOkay,” Phillip said, relenting with a tired grin. “We’ll save it for the third date.”
    â€œBastard,” she said, sweetly, getting up.
    She walked around the bed and tripped over the clock. It read 11:45.
    â€œYou bastard.” This time her tone was not sweet—not at all. “You lied to me.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œ ‘No penetration’ remember?”
    â€œBut you wanted it.”
    â€œI don’t remember that as part of the terms.”
    â€œZoe—”
    â€œThere’s only one solution to this.”
    Phillip sat up, scratching his head, looking extremely displeased. “What’s that?”
    â€œLet’s see if it’s just as good after twelve.” Zoe climbed back in bed.

9
    â€œH ey, Lauterborn,” Paul Thompson said. His tall, lanky frame filled the entrance to her new office. “You look different.” At her expression, he laughed. “No, in a good way!”
    â€œCan we lose this last-name thing?”
    â€œSure, boss,” he said. “So? Did you get contacts?”
    â€œForget it,” she said smiling. “Thanks for coming over. Have a seat.”
    â€œWhat’s up?”
    â€œWe need someone to talk to the head of Freedom Mutual and soothe him. He needs a careful touch, but from a man.”
    â€œYou want me to do it?” Paul asked doubtfully. “Adler’s kind of . . .”
    Zoe watched him search for a political word. “Prickly?” she suggested.
    â€œYeah, prickly.”
    â€œYou think you can do it?”
    â€œMaybe.” Paul paused and said, “What do we know about him?”
    â€œHe’s worried about rising interest rates, and he’s right to be worried. The Feds keep threatening to up the rates. We need him to focus on the long term, quit watching the Fed chairman.”
    â€œLong term’s our strength,” Paul said, repeating the company mantra.
    â€œExactly! Can you get him to understand that? I mean without bullying him.”
    â€œIt’s hard not to push him,” Paul mused.