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of his dog, Thelma. Sugar marched in, her posture and expression telling him she was sure that she’d get her way and that he had major reason to be concerned. Thelma placed a short, stubby paw over her wrinkly bulldog face and rolled over at his boots.
    He leaned back in his chair. “This oughta be good.”
    “Always is.” She leaned against the doorframe, looking hotter than the Fourth of July. Her smile said, Just try me , and her eyes dared him to disagree. The challenge she had yet to issue had him aroused, and attitude alone had him horny as all hell and wanting to push out of his chair and press her against the wall. This was their game, and damn, he loved it.
    She tilted her head, letting her dark hair fall over her shoulder. “You’re looking particularly studly over there. Doing big, important things today, Boss Man?”
    “Breaking out the Boss Man , huh?” He grumbled and laughed, rocking back in his chair, and watched her sway her hips forward as she walked like sex and stealth swirled into one.
    His wife was a smokin’ sex goddess even pregnant. Too bad she knew it and would use those fuck-me eyes and screw him senseless until she got whatever answer she wanted.
    Sugar sat her leather-clad hip on the edge of his desk, and they locked their gazes. “Thelma, honey. Go in the next room. There’s a treat.”
    “Ruthless.” His pulse jumped. Kicking the dog out meant Sugar wanted her way, and it almost always meant her sweet pussy was his for the taking. No one would dare walk into his office without permission, and if his wife wanted to play the seductress, Jared would have zero complaints or accidental voyeurs.
    “What?” She scooted closer to him on the desk. “Don’t you want to play with me?”
    “If you think”—he pulled her leg so that she sat in front of him, straddling his chair—“that this will change whatever I have to say, Baby Cakes, you’re mistaken.”
    “Pity.” She smirked but leaned close enough that he could smell her shampoo. “Kiss me anyway, and let’s see how it goes.”
    She didn’t wait for an answer, and her mouth tasted bubble-gum sweet. His hands rested on her thighs, his tongue tangled in her mouth as her fingernails scratched the back of his scalp.
    “The places I want your tongue. Care to guess?” she purred into his kiss.
    Damn. She’d likely get whatever she wanted. He inched forward, licking the delicious slope of her neck. He stifled his own groan and kissed the soft skin. “Here.”
    “I won’t complain.”
    “Woman…”
    She murmured in a way that was a stroke to his shaft.
    His tongue ran behind her ear. “You like this.”
    “Mm-hmm.” Sugar shifted on the desk, a quiet gasp giving her away.
    “You love it.” He upped his game and scraped his teeth against her, nibbling as she tried to hold the upper hand.
    “I love a lot of things you do to me.”
    He pulled back, not giving in to her games so easily. “You’re up to no good.”
    God. Sexy sat in front of him. Flushed cheeks, heavy eyelids. Her lips were parted, and her hair was a mess. He hadn’t even started with that yet. “Yes,” she said.
    “You’re going stir crazy. I’ve been watching you.”
    She nodded, gaze set on his. “Yes, sir.”
    He rewarded her with the slightest of smiles for breaking out the big guns with the sir . “You want a job?”
    “Not exactly.” Sugar’s dark-blue eyes intensified.
    “Then what?”
    She put her palms flat on his chest then raked her fingers down. “Sex first, business later?”
    Jared ran both hands down her thigh, answering her without a word, and unzipped the knee-high boot, tugging it free. He stripped the sock and held her bare foot in his hand, running his thumb along the arch. “Whatever it is, you’ll be careful.”
    Her head dropped back. “Mm-hmm.”
    “Good girl.” He worked his way down the sole of her foot, watching her squirm as he changed the pressure. His thumbs worked her heel and pressed deep circles,