The next three hours dragged by slowly. Sex He planted light kisses around the column of her throat. He brought the aroused tip to an even harder point. Those fingers. “I want you to call me Alexander,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear. Making both herself and her aunt look so unprofessional was the last thing she needed. Get a hold of yourself, she admonished herself. “I’d like to know, Miranda, why you drove past the office earlier today,” he said in perfect, but slightly accented English. “Mi-mi…” she ran her tongue against her suddenly dry lips. I want you; you want me, that’s all that matters. Colonomos… He broke the kiss reluctantly, brushing a stray hair away from her face, behind her ear. “So what’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know! He gave up on trying to concentrate on anything beyond Miranda’s beautiful brown eyes, pouty lips, short stature and curvy body after the first two. She snorted silently. Get a hold of yourself, she admonished herself. “Before you go,” he chimed when she settled her hand on the doorknob. When she stood beside him at his desk, he abruptly pulled her into his lap. Not a day went by without him imagining himself thrusting away to ecstasy between her luscious thighs. She had to mentally slap herself to keep from ogling the man.
