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Michael blinked at where Kyra stood on the other side of his drafting table, sexy as all get-out. “I didn’t know you were still here,” he said.

She smiled, her gaze taking in the empty firm. “I could say the same of you.”

Before he could ask why she was working late, Kyra pulled her shirt up over her head, hersmile decidedly devilish. Michael heard the rasp of a zipper, then saw her shimmying out of her leather skirt, leaving her standing there wearing only her bra, panties and those naughty high heels he’d taken such a liking to lately.

She cleared her throat. “I’ve often fantasized about what it would be like to be stretched across your drafting table, having you work your magic on me instead of those blueprints.”

Without a second thought, Michael swept his papers off the table and onto the floor. Then, with the adrenaline flooding his system, he boosted her onto the table.

Kyra gasped, her sexy laughter filling the room. “Are you sure it will hold me?”

“Sure. And if not,” Michael murmured, bending to press his lips to her stomach, “we’ll find out if these carpets are worth what we paid for them….”