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his assistant, his friend, the one person he didn’t want to offend because, as he often joked, she knew where the bodies were buried.

But she felt good. She smelled good. And she tasted amazing.

Since puberty, he’d had his share of fantasies. But no dream, no matter how erotic, could ever live up to what was happening right here, right now.

If they didn’t stop soon, it would be too late.

But he had no intention of stopping. The ground would have to open up and swallow him whole. This elevator that had trapped them so securely would have to break from its cables and crush them like pancakes. Because unless an act of God pulled them apart, he was going to make love to Lucy Grainger.

Finally.