When Deidre Manning's days get long, she allows herself to escape
into wild fantasies. Locked inside the sanctuary of her
office, she enjoys more than just the satisfaction of the
moment, especially once a visitor makes it a party for two.
Excerpt
Deidre knew she should stop him. Decorum demanded that she call a
halt to this blatant intrusion, but sex was in short supply
in her life at present. For the life of her, she couldn’t
think of one good reason why she should stop. He pulled her
to her feet and her hands rested against his heart. The
steady thump told her she wasn’t dreaming.
“What would happen if I touched you here,” his hand slid lower,
cupping her through the thin material of her black slacks.
She jumped. He smiled. “You would do exactly that.”
Her breath lodged in her throat, and she closed her eyes, biting
back a moan. She didn’t want him. She couldn’t want him. She
didn’t know him. But her body wasn’t convinced.
