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hand on her hip. Shelton hung up the phone and gave her a quick smile.
    “Deena! How’s it going? You did a great job today. You really made an impression with that Fizz Cola rep. That was him I was just talking to. He had nothing but good things to say.”
    “Thanks,” Deena said, “but what’s this I hear about Bruce getting the Blood Money account?”
    “Aahh…” Mr. Murray pursed his lips as if it pained him to deliver the bad news. “That’s pretty much been decided all month, Deena. I know you wanted it, but Bruce has more experience. He’s actually worked a murder case, you know. You’re good, but it’s the firm’s belief that he would be better suited for their particular needs.”
    Deena gave him a sly look. “It’s not the firm’s decision, Shelton. It’s your decision.”
    The director leaned back in his chair and grinned haplessly. “Well, yeah…technically…”
    Deena went around the desk and stepped between his legs casually. She put her hands on his shoulders and caressed the side of his neck. He looked up at her, and Deena got lost in his blue eyes for a second. Bruce was married with four kids, but the attraction between them was undeniable. They slept together eight times since Deena first joined the firm. She was all for a ninth roll in the hay if it got her the Blood Money account.
    Mr. Murray tilted his head back and sighed. “Aww, don’t do that…”
    “Come on, Bruce…” Deena stood on one leg and worked her knee between the director’s thighs. He immediately became erect, and Deena stroked the bulge in his pants with her leg as sensually as she would have done it with her hand. When it came to sex, Deena exuded eroticism from every fiber of her being. She could bring a man to climax with just her toes if she wanted.
    “Oh, Deena…” Bruce reached up and clutched her ass with both hands and she knew she had him. She leaned in closer and pressed her stomach against his face. He inhaled her scent deeply and shuddered a little. His grip on her ass tightened. His erection was like a hard pipe in his pants.
    His strong hands ignited a fire within Deena as well. She felt her panties dampening, and it was frustrating to know they couldn’t go any further. She still remembered the good old days when she was fresh and young in the firm and Mr. Murray took her on as his paralegal. They spent many a night working late into the evening. Oftentimes it was just the two of them on the floor.
    “Come on, Bruce. I need it,” Deena whispered.
    “I need you,” he moaned.
    “Tell me when,” she cooed. “Anytime you want…”
    He sighed heavily and looked up at her. “Me and the missus are going out of town next week.” He shook his head. “We’re going to Paris. We’ll be gone for a month.”
    That sounded like a great vacation, but Mr. Murray wore the look of a sullen man.
    “I’ll be here when you get back,” Deena assured him. She lowered herself and straddled him like a lap dancer. He pulled her hips closer and closed his eyes tightly.
    “Okay,” he said after a minute.
    “Okay I get the account?”
    He nodded and opened his eyes. “Bruce is going to kill me.”
    “It’s all right,” Deena said. “If he gets an attitude, all you have to do is fire him.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    “Thanks, Shelton.” She gave him a tender kiss on the forehead and gingerly removed herself from his lap. He didn’t let go of her ass until the last possible moment.
    “Call me when you get back from Paris,” she said on her way out of his office.
    “I’m calling you from the airport,” he said.
    She giggled.
    “Hey.” Shelton stopped her before she opened the door. Deena turned and saw that he was fairly composed, all things considered.
    “You did a good job with that Presley creep. Really.”
    “Thanks,” she said. “Thanks for everything.”
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    When Deena got back to her office, Karen wasn’t all that surprised that her boss got the Blood Money account.
    “What