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She’d love to see under that T-shirt.

“What happened to Vinny?”

“Gone for coffee.” He leaned one hip on the edge of Leon’s desk, then stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. Kendra couldn’t tear her gaze away. He had to be the sexiest guy she’d ever seen. Gorgeous and a little bit dangerous.

She looked to his face to find him openly studying her. “And you would be Leon’s assistant.” There was no question in his tone.

“How do you know that?”

He gestured to her hand and she caught a glimpse of a watch that was far too expensive for a security guard’s salary. Who was he really? “You have the keys.” He arched a dark brow. “Leon said you were dedicated. I assume that’s why you’re here at night.”

“Right. Just finishing something up.” Kendra took a step back, sensing trouble.

“Or maybe you were looking for something,” he suggested softly, his gaze flicking to the top of the desk. It wasn’t clear anymore.

There was a fat file folder, right on top.

He knew!

She made a snatch for it, but he caught her wrist in one hand. His grip was firm, holding her captive but not hurting her. His skin was warm, and his cologne was so enticing that her toes curled.

“That would be it, then,” he said softly.

“Where did you get it?”

And more importantly, had he looked inside?

He smiled slightly, telling Kendra all she needed to know.

His grip on her changed, his thumb sliding across the soft skin on the inside of her wrist in a caress. It was more than a little distracting, especially with him so close. Kendra found herself watching his firm lips, waiting for him to say something in that gorgeous voice again. “It was right there,” he said mildly.

It took Kendra a moment to get her mind out of the gutter and think about what he’d said. No. The folder hadn’t been on the desk when she’d cleaned up the office earlier in the week. It hadn’t even been there when she’d walked in. He was watching her closely, though, daring her to challenge him.

It made her want to surprise him, just to see how he’d take it. She could already guess he liked to be in control and was contrary enough to want to challenge that.

“No. It wasn’t.” She pulled her wrist free and folded her arms across her chest. “So, what did you think?”

“I haven’t looked yet.” He arched a brow. “Should I have?”

“Liar. You did look.”

He laughed, as much out of surprise as amusement. He looked both perfectly sexy and smug. Confident. He moved a little and Kendra saw that his jeans were stretched taut over his erection.

He had looked.

And he had liked.

Kendra smiled, feeling as if the game was a little more evenly matched.

Their gazes locked and held, the intensity of his sending a jolt through Kendra.

“We’re alone,” he whispered. “But only for a moment.” His eyes glinted. “Should we make it count, Miss Jones?”

She knew exactly what he meant. Her gaze fell to his mouth and he smiled a little more, as if in perfect agreement.

It was crazy. It was impulsive. She had no idea who he was, much less what he wanted. But Kendra hadn’t had a good kiss in a long time. She was pretty sure this stranger knew his way around kisses, and she was also certain she wouldn’t see him ever again. She could arrange to make that happen, if he was a new night security guard.

Life was all about taking chances.

Kendra stepped closer and lifted her hand to his cheek. She heard him catch his breath in surprise, looked into his eyes and felt a little bit of stubble under her fingers. She smiled at him, took a deep breath of his cologne, then touched her lips to his.

She had one second to like that his lips were firm and warm, then he took control.

His kiss was every bit as good as she’d hoped.

So good that Kendra didn’t want it to end.

* * *

It wasn’t often that Reid was surprised.

It was even less often that the same person surprised him twice.

But Kendra Jones, Leon’s highly praised executive assistant, had just surprised him three times in rapid succession.

He hadn’t been surprised that she was beautiful, because he knew Leon liked women very much. She had a heart-shaped face and a sweetly trim figure, thickly lashed blue eyes and lips so full that any man would think of kissing her. Her hair was long and dark blonde, streaked with sunshine and not chemicals. It fell over her shoulders in loose waves that made Reid hope she wore it loose to work. On this evening, she was wearing jeans that showed her figure to advantage, high heeled black boots, a sheer ruffled blouse with a white lace camisole and a leather jacket. She managed to look both innocent and tempting, which was just about the most potent combination imaginable.

Reid hadn’t been surprised that she was reputed to be clever and efficient, because Leon was wise enough to compensate for his own shortcomings with his staff. That such a beautiful woman could be all Leon declared her to be was something he’d wait to see for himself.

Reid
had
been surprised by the folder of photographs, though—and aroused by them. There were dozens of photos of Miss Jones in lingerie. The photos were clearly amateur shots, as the focus and composition wasn’t always the best. The beauty of the model and the sparkle in her eyes, the inviting curve of her lips, was clear in every shot, though. The photos had mostly been taken in Leon’s office or elsewhere in the factory. They featured Miss Jones wearing a wide variety of lingerie and high heels, if not much else. She had clearly been enjoying herself.

That was remarkable because in at least a third of the photographs, she was tied up. It wasn’t just pretty bondage either, with ribbons and lace. A dozen featured her trussed with duct tape. She was gagged with tape in a few of those. Thick rope wound around and around was the favored choice, apparently, although her nipples, mouth and puss were always available.

Even better, these were the shots in which Miss Jones looked most excited.

Reid had found them exciting, too. He’d gone through the entire collection three times with undiminished interest before he had been interrupted.

A secret stash of personal and private erotica was one thing that could be relied upon to arouse Reid, but he was surprised that Leon’s assistant had played this game with her boss.

He’d been in the midst of wondering how far the game had gone when Miss Jones herself had arrived, apparently to claim the file in question.

A second surprise there: he could believe she didn’t want anyone to find the photographs, but hadn’t expected her to try to steal them.

Last and not nearly least, she’d surprised him by taking his dare before he’d even said it out loud.

His new acquisition had been a pity buy on his part, a favor for an old friend of his father’s who hadn’t managed his business well in the face of economic changes. He knew he’d have to liquidate, then shut it down, because it was crazy to imagine a garment factory could thrive anywhere outside of the third world in these times. Now the pity buy showed new promise.

In Miss Jones.

She kissed both sweetly and fervently, his very favorite combination. There was nothing Reid liked more than a naughty angel, a woman who welcomed illicit pleasures but could be surprised by her own erotic response. Already, he was getting ideas about how best to turn this situation to his own advantage.

And he was remembering how long it had been since he’d indulged himself sexually.

He was thinking of fixing that, right here and right now, which was crazy.

But Miss Jones was delicious.

Reid caught her nape in his hand, spearing his fingers into her long hair and held her captive to his kiss with one hand. She dropped her head back with a very promising sigh and opened her mouth to him, both submissive and seductive. She put her hands on his shoulders, surprisingly demure for a woman who had starred in such pictures, but Reid angled his mouth over hers and deepened his kiss. She made a little moan of pleasure deep in her throat, one that made him even harder than he already was, and pressed herself against him. Her breasts were small and perfect, her waist slender, her nipples taut, her perfume electrifying.

Irresistible.

Reid stood up, framed her face in his hands and backed her into the wall. He kissed her thoroughly, expecting her to push him away, but she let him take whatever he wanted of her. He kissed her more roughly, with more demand, but she gave as good as she got. Reid didn’t dare to imagine that he’d finally met his match. Miss Jones moaned softly and rubbed herself against him, demanding more. He could smell that she was wet and he eased his knee between her thighs, driving it upward. She gasped and ground herself against his thigh in a persuasive rhythm, then suddenly braced her hands on his shoulders and pulled away.

As if she’d only just realized how fast things were moving.

“Oh!” Her lips were swollen and her eyes were filled with surprise when she looked up at him. She’d been beautiful before, but after she’d been kissed, Reid thought she was the most enticing woman he’d seen in a long long time. Again, she looked innocent but not—the girl next door caught doing something naughty behind the school.

Reid thought of those pictures and wanted to continue Leon’s game.

With his own twist.

“I knew you looked,” she whispered.

He smiled, not caring if it was a hungry smile. “Who wouldn’t?”

“It wasn’t like that,” she said, all in a rush. “We never did anything.”

Reid knew his skepticism showed.

“It was just a game. He said it helped him.”

Reid caught his breath, understanding how those images might have helped Leon. “I doubt he suggested it.”

She blushed then. Even in the darkness he could see it. “That’s none of your business.” She looked down, her demure expression in perfect contrast to the topic at hand.

If she’d thought she could deflect Reid’s interest, she’d soon learn she was wrong. An executive assistant who suggested kinky games after work sounded just about perfect to Reid. “Did you expect to like it?” he asked, his own voice sounding less controlled than was his preference.

She shook her head, not denying she
had
liked it. She glanced up, her eyes sparkling with an unexpected mischief that sent a stab of heat through his body. “I actually thought it was kind of fun.”

Fun
. Reid thought bondage, possession and sex were many many things, but fun seemed a bit inadequate as a description. Transporting. Overwhelming. Hot. Imperative to his survival.

It would be all that and more with Miss Jones.

He suddenly wasn’t quite as ready to dispose of Leon’s company and move on.

“But he never touched me.” She said this with such heat that Reid knew it was true. Incredible, but true. He gave her a hard look, just to be sure. She blushed in a way that made him want to tie her tight and make her beg for mercy, show her what it was like to really be a man’s sex slave. “He’d touch himself.” She winced. “It was kind of anticlimactic, actually.”

Another unexpected choice of words. Their gazes met and locked, his erection hard against her hip, even though two layers of denim. The smell of her wet puss told both of them all they needed to know. There wasn’t nearly enough air in the office, and Reid’s heart was pounding. Her eyes glinted, and then she ran her hands across his chest, boldly feeling him up. He caught his breath at her audacity and she made a little purr of pleasure at what she felt. Then she smiled, a naughty angel again. The expression set Reid on fire. He saw the flutter of her pulse at her throat and wanted her immediately.

Repeatedly.

He would have kissed her again, but the back door to the factory slammed, the sound carrying even to the front office. “Coffee’s up!” Vinny shouted, and Reid stepped away from temptation.

He didn’t hurry, but he ensured he would be behind the desk again by the time the security guard reached the door. Miss Jones fixed her shirt hastily, but there wasn’t a thing she could do about her blazing cheeks and swollen lips.

Reid thought she looked her best.

He’d like to spank her ass so red that both sets of cheeks matched. In fact, she deserved to be punished for trying to steal the file. There wasn’t much he found as satisfying as disciplining of wayward slave. He’d tie her down to the conference table, just the way she’d been bound in one shot, and spank her until she was humming.

Then he’d take her from the back and again from the front, over and over and over again. He wondered if he’d ever get enough.

She was looking at him, clearly expecting him to do something other than wait for Vinnie, a frown between her brows.

Reid let her worry about it.

Vinnie’s silhouette appeared in the office and Reid reluctantly abandoned his line of thought.

For the moment.

“Why’re you sitting here in the dark?” Vinnie flicked on the lights and Reid watched Miss Jones wince at the sudden light. “Hey, Kendra. What’re you doing here?” Miss Jones blushed and quickly scanned her clothing. Then she looked at Vinnie and her frown deepened.

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