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straight into the tender skin of my arse as I worked her over.
    Basically, she had the body of a Playboy model, her breasts undoubtedly large but covered demurely behind a fitted top that only showed a hint of pearlescent cleavage when she bent over to retrieve a document. Christ, the more I looked, the harder I got. It took Herculean effort to not stride in, set a hand to that body, and show her exactly what I’d like to do to her.
    I pulled my mind out of the gutter then straightened my back. I opened the door as she looked up, the perfect globes of her breasts straining against the material as she stared. Her lips were full and glistened like a wet, ripened strawberry. Edible as they looked, that wasn’t what drew me in. It was her eyes. They were green but almost yellow, catlike as they assessed me. A color I’d not ever seen, and I’ve dated a lot of women, stared into the eyes of many women as I shagged them into oblivion. Nothing in my past came close to these.
    She stood, and I almost cursed the loss of seeing directly down her shirt to her perfect tits, until she took it up a notch and smiled. A genuine, how do you do--nice to meet you--I’m a good person that actually gives a shite about other people, kind of smile. It made me feel vulnerable and a kick off my game. One thing I found out being an attorney in New York was you didn’t often meet a genuine person. She may be the one in the eight million that lived here. I endeavored to find out for sure.
    “Hello, welcome to Jensen Construction. I’m Cami. Mr. Walker, right?” she held out her hand. I grasped it with both of mine, turned it over and kissed her wrist. She gasped and tensed when my lips touched her.
    “Aren’t you just the most precious thing?” I placed one last kiss on her pale wrist. Her skin was so delicate I could see the lifeblood of her veins; the blue such a contrast to her white skin. Something carnal, animalistic in me twitched at the sight.
    Cami tilted her head as I let her hand go. Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve never had anyone kiss my wrist before. Is that a cultural thing?” Such an innocent. I almost felt poorly for how much I wanted to dirty her up.
    “No.” My eyes took in every inch of her spectacular body from the tips of her four-inch heels to the top of her flowing locks. “One look at you and I knew I needed to have my lips on you.” Her mouth opened and she bit her bottom full lip, sending a hot jolt of lust straight to my groin.
    “Okay. Well then.” She moved behind her desk, putting distance between us. She held one hand to her chest, her breathing heavier than when I’d come in. Smugly, I’d hoped it was me who made her heart beat faster. “Mr. Jensen isn’t back from his appointment yet. Have a seat.”
    Instead of sitting in the chairs along the walls, clearly the waiting area, I leaned a hip against her desk. Her cat-eyes scanned my body. She wasn’t running away. That was a good sign. Maybe she liked what she saw.
    “Tell me something, Cami?”
    “Yes, Mr. Walker?” Her voice was breathy like it was earlier on the phone. It tweaked my senses pleasurably. I could tell she was unnerved and I enjoyed it immensely.
    “Nate.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Call me Nate. I want to hear my name come from those beautiful lips.”
    A rosy hue crept up her neck and pinked her cheeks. She was nervous yet still hadn’t bolted. “Um, okay, Nate,” she said, uncertainty lacing her words.
    “Better.” I grinned and she sat. I took that as an opportunity, walked around to the other side of her desk to invade her space further by sitting on the edge of her desk, close enough to touch her. The need to be next to her was ridiculous. It was as if an invisible tether pulled me toward her. “Now, tell me something that nobody knows about you?”
    “Huh?” Her russet colored eyebrows furrowed. “Like what?”
    “That’s for you to decide. I find it’s easier to get to know someone if you start with something that