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couldn’t get over it she’d be screwing herself out of a really well-paying job that she actually enjoyed.
    Pretending she didn’t see Dallas approaching her out of the corner of her eye, she pulled up the designs he’d asked for. When she looked up he was toweling himself down, his hands moving in what was almost a slow caress over his thick arms, then across the perfectly sectioned squares of his abdomen. He approached her with a slow, stalking gait that had her fair trembling with need. Then she caught a whiff of him and had to look back at the screen, to tear her eyes from his perfect body before she tore off what little clothes he wore.
    One of her recurring fantasies was to lick the V of his lower abdominals all the way to his big dick. When she’d first started working for him she’d done an Internet search on Dallas and had stumbled across some nude pictures the paparazzi had taken of him a few years back. He’d been swimming in a pool at what had been at the time his home, naked as the day he was born. There was an especially memorable photo of him climbing out of the pool and even at rest, his dick had been big enough to forever earn a starring role in her sexual fantasies.
    Dallas shifted next to her and she swallowed hard. He smelled so damn good. It wasn’t any cologne he wore, but the scent he gave off when he worked out. The potent blend of pheromones always sent her body into heat for him, and it had only gotten worse after she’d masturbated in his office. God, as if he wasn’t a temptation already, to find those nipple clamps in his drawer had sent her over the edge. Of course he could have just had them there to play with, something pretty for one of his endless parade of gorgeous women to wear, but she somehow knew it was more than that. Dallas was about as dominant as they came and the hidden, submissive side of her nature cried out in longing to kneel at his feet.
    An image of doing just that, clad only in those beautiful nipple clamps, flashed through her mind and she imagined nuzzling her face against the crease where his balls met his leg and drowning in his scent while he gripped her hair hard enough to hurt.
    “Amanda?”
    Startled, she glanced up and found he now stood right next to her, his abdominals within licking distance. “What?”
    His full lips, marred here and there with small scars from his time spent as a professional fighter, curved into a grin. “You seem distracted.”
    Trying to ignore the flush no doubt making her pale cheeks red, she returned her attention to the screen. “Here are the designs you asked for.”
    To her horror, and delight, he placed one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the desk, leaning forward so that he was effectively caging her with his body. His scent overwhelmed her and she moved her hands off the keyboard then hid them beneath the desk, hoping he didn’t notice how they trembled. He was close enough that his heat bathed her and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the never-ending ache he started in her body.
    For what seemed like hours he stared at the screen, then looked down at her. “What do you think?”
    “Of what?”
    His deep chuckle made her whole body tingle. “You seem distracted today, carina .”
    Flushing, she tried to keep her pleasure at being called his “sweetheart” off her face. He’d been doing that a lot, probably because he liked making her blush. He must find her reaction to him funny. Bastard. “Sorry, I was up late last night working.”
    Immediately he straightened, then crouched next to her. To her shock he turned her chair until he was kneeling almost between her legs. His hard chest pressed against her knees and sent her hormones into a frenzy. “I’m sorry I’m such a pain in the ass to work for. I didn’t realize how many hours of overtime you’re putting in.”
    She shrugged, trying to ease back as much as she could from him in her chair without being obvious. He