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Neva shook her head, but he cut her off with a gesture
before she could protest his assessment of himself.

“You don’t know how many nights I’ve lain awake wanting to
kill Matthew Lodi. If we go through with this, Neva, I won’t be able to stand
him touching you. Ever.”

A smile blossomed over her face, unbidden. “You thought
about me.”

“Thought about you?” He scratched his fingers through his
salt-and-pepper hair. “Obsessed over you. Wondered about you. Hell, everything
short of following you home.”

“Why didn’t you ever make a move?”

“On my employee? The best employee I could hope for? I
couldn’t risk losing you, no matter what else I wanted.”

“You never let me know what you wanted.” Neva smoothed her
hands down the sides of her jeans, trying to collect herself. The breaths she
took didn’t seem to make it all the way down to her lungs.

Guy stared a moment, then turned his back. “How could I talk
to you about it? I’m your boss. It would kill me to think you felt obligated to
do anything with me.”

Neva’s smile stretched wider, becoming a grin that engaged
every muscle on her face. She ran to catch Guy before he retreated into
himself, practically climbing his broad back in an effort to hug him. “All I
wanted was for you to make a move. Believe me. I want this. I want you.”

He seemed frozen beneath her hands. She turned him gently,
stroking hair away from his forehead, wanting to laugh with joy at the wonder
filling his dark eyes. “Neva, I—” She touched his lips with a finger. She didn’t
want to hear him stammer about her anymore. She wanted him to take her.

“Show me how you feel, Guy.”

He swallowed. “I don’t think you want that.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh really? You think I can’t
take what you’ve got?”

The next few moments happened in a blur that she had to
decode. Guy charging at her. Her shirt stripped off with efficient force. Her
bra unclasped, yanked free, then tied around her wrists. His mouth on her
nipples, first lips and tongue, then plenty of teeth.

Neva squirmed and yelped from the shock of his grasp, but
Guy took the tip of her nipple pointedly between two teeth and she stilled
immediately. Fear and arousal warred in her body as he pulled his mouth back,
stretching the delicate flesh away from her body and pulling her breast taut.
She winced as he continued to pull, pain flowering over her breast.

As the sensation hit her synapses, her instinct to surrender
kicked in and she belonged to him completely. “Guy,” Neva whispered, “I want
you to hurt me.”

He opened his mouth and let her breast fall out. “I don’t do
soft,” he said. “You won’t be getting a play spanking from me. I want to own
you.”

“Yes…”

He removed her jeans, shoes and panties. Neva stood naked
before him in the back room of his office, trembling with desire and
anticipation. Still fully clothed, Guy walked around her, surveying her body
with an intense expression that reached deeper into her than Matthew’s cock
ever had.

“If you want me to stop what I’m doing at any point, you
tell me so. I’ll stop immediately.”

“I’m not going to ask you to stop.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to do to you.”

“You don’t know what I’ve fantasized about you doing.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up. Guy scooped her into his
arms and carried her to the nearest filing cabinet. He shoved the drawers
closed with his knee, swept the top clear of files with an elbow, and seated
Neva in their place. She squeaked at the cold metal against her warm ass.

He jerked the bra away from her wrists and dropped it on the
floor. “No restraints. You’re going to have to hold yourself in place for me.”

Neva bit her lip and nodded.

“Spread your legs,” Guy said. “And touch yourself while you
wait for me.”

That didn’t sound horrible at all. Neva smiled, leaned back
and opened herself, pulling her lips apart to give him a good view.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t watching. Guy rummaged through a set of drawers across
the room. She sighed and did as he had commanded, running her fingertips up and
down through the wetness that had gathered in her slit the moment they had
touched.

Guy turned back to her, a short metal ruler in one of his
hands. “Good,” he murmured. “Now hold your legs out in front of you. And keep
touching yourself.”

Fear thrilled through her as he advanced. Her stomach
muscles quivered as she held her legs up. Nerves shuddered through her legs,
creating little tremors in her toes. Guy smiled and tapped the ruler rapidly on
the side of his leg. “Keep your left foot still.”

Neva held her breath and did as she was told.

He snapped the metal ruler against the underside of her
foot, right across her sensitive arch. Neva sucked in a breath and threw her
head back, struggling to take in the stinging pain.

“No. Don’t let your foot drop. We’re going to do it again.”

She tensed her belly and thrust her feet forward. She found
his eyes with hers. He’d been watching her.

“Do you still want this?”

“I want you to hit me until it feels good.”

His lips moved, but she couldn’t read the words they formed.
Then the ruler’s sharp edges cut across her arch again, the beginning of a fast
and relentless rhythm. Words stopped making sense. Neva did her best to obey
when Guy ordered her to keep her feet up, but really Neva’s entire being was
focused on the fire spreading up her legs from the soles of her feet.

“Don’t stop touching yourself.”

Neva’s fingers moved frantically. Guy turned his attention
to her other foot. The ruler’s sharp intensity made her strokes over her clit
all the more intense. Neva’s body arched uncontrollably. Every muscle in her
legs tensed, and her toes pointed until she thought they would break.

Arousal cocooned her. She stopped making noise or seeing the
room around them. Guy gripped the toes of her right foot and brought it back to
a flex. He held it taut and rained blows down. Neva breathed through her nose,
fast and tight. Pain ricocheted through her body and brought with it blissful
release, the sense of being entirely at the mercy of the man she wanted more
than anything. She sighed and surrendered to him, her legs relaxing in his
grasp. Neva smiled.

Guy paused. “How are you doing, Neva?”

“Happy.”

She did not sense the disapproval she got from Matthew when
she went soft and pliant. Instead, Guy plied her with the ruler with wicked
attention to detail. He spread her toes apart two by two and flicked the
sensitive webbing between them with the corner of the ruler. He whipped the
soles of her feet at top speed, then made her scream by running his nails
lightly over the confused, pulsating flesh. He never allowed her to stop her
attentions to her clit.

Neva spread her legs ever wider. She scooted her ass closer
to the edge of the filing cabinet. She wanted him inside her, but she didn’t
want him to stop his thorough attention to her feet.

Guy smiled at her indulgently, then sank to his knees. The
hard stone floor didn’t seem to bother him. He nipped her heel, then traded
teeth for tongue. Warm and rough, his tongue rasped over the aching, stinging
flesh of her soles. Even light pressure could make it burn anew.

Then his tongue found the reddened webbing between her toes.
Even her clit couldn’t have been as sensitive. The shock of the pleasure made
Neva writhe again. Guy held her easily in place with one big hand clamped
around each of her calves. Rapid-fire gasps shot from her parted lips. Guy
sucked her big toe into his mouth, his teeth scraping over its soft, fleshy
underside. Neva could not withdraw from the warm, tickling torment of it. She
pointed her toe into his mouth, rolled her fingers over her clit and came hard.

He sucked her toe until she relaxed, then released her and
slowly stood. His cock bulged in the front of his jeans, but he made no move to
free it. Instead, he watched her until she ran her hand self-consciously over
her sweaty face.

“Was that okay?” Neva whispered. “You didn’t think I acted
weird, did you?”

Guy answered with a slow shake of his head. He brushed his
fingertips over her foot, then slid her closer by tugging her leg. Neva yelped
and gripped the sides of the filing cabinet, most of her body suspended in the
air between it and Guy’s big hands. Moving deliberately, he settled one hand
under each cheek of her ass. “You’re beautiful. I want to be inside you.”

Contentment flooded Neva’s chest. When Guy froze, she
wondered for a wild moment if her secret wish to bask in the moment had stopped
him. Then she heard the noises from the front office.

“Neva? You in here? Neva?” Matthew Lodi’s voice came through
the walls loud and clear.

Neva stiffened and wiggled out of Guy’s grasp. She didn’t
want Matthew to see her naked again. But Guy must have misinterpreted her
reason for moving away, because hurt flashed across his face. Her eyes darted
between him and the door. Neva couldn’t decide whether to go to Guy or deal
with Matthew.

“Neva?” Matthew said. “I’m sorry I stood you up last night.
I can explain.”

Neva growled and jumped off the filing cabinet. She hissed
with pain when her tenderized feet encountered the stone floor. She reached for
her clothes. “Just a second, Matthew!”

Guy touched her arm, his voice coming out through gritted teeth.
“Let me deal with him for you.”

She shook him off. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got a
few things to say myself.” Her face softened. “You don’t have anything to worry
about, Guy. He was my consolation prize when I thought I couldn’t have you.”

Guy grunted in response but released Neva. She took a deep
breath and yanked her jeans back on. She dressed quickly but didn’t worry about
fixing her hair or hiding the evidence of what had been going on with Guy.
Gingerly, she eased her heels over her reddened soles. She caught Guy smiling
at the sign that he’d left his mark. She grinned back, then opened the door.

Matthew hunched over her desk, pulling out drawers and
lifting out papers. She strode toward him, the pain in her feet receding in the
face of a sudden shot of anger and alarm. “What the hell are you doing?”

He glanced up casually. “Hey, Neva.” He didn’t look
remorseful or even concerned. Neva ground her jaw together. Of course he knew
she’d enjoyed sex with him, but did he have to get so cocky about it?

“Answer the question, Matthew.”

“I figured you wouldn’t mind if I took a look, considering
the deal we made yesterday.”

Neva’s face flamed with outrage, but she also glanced over
her shoulder, wondering how well Guy could hear the conversation. Matthew
unfolded his body and stood, the wide set of his legs and shoulders conveying
his extreme confidence in his appearance. He smiled, his eyes flicking over
Neva’s disheveled hair.

“You don’t have to worry, Neva. I’m not jealous. Wait until
I tell you what I’m going to do in exchange for the things I just found in your
desk. You’ll forget all about whoever you saw this morning.”

“You had no right to go through my desk. I didn’t give
permission for that.”

He stepped closer. “We both know that doesn’t matter, Neva.
You’re so easy, you’ll give me permission for anything I want once I have you
bent over my lap begging for my cock.” His finger brushed the side of her face.
She didn’t want to give in to him this time, not with Guy waiting for her in
the back room. Still, her body betrayed her, her knees going weak as always in
the face of Matthew’s assured dominance, delicious smell and gorgeous
musculature. She told herself to step away but couldn’t quite the muster the
will to do so.

His triumphant smile twisted her stomach, but she remained
in place as his hand trailed her jaw. A trance of arousal held her until the
back room door banged open. She and Matthew both jumped.

Neva’s blood froze at the sight of an enraged Guy stalking
in their direction. He didn’t look at her. Instead, he advanced on Matthew,
hands fisted at his sides.

Neva didn’t want to see them fight over her, especially not
when Matthew had youth and condition on his side. “Guy, no!”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Neva,” Guy said,
mimicking her words a few minutes before. He put his hands up in boxing
position. “I’m just going to take a little consolation prize.”

Matthew let out a guffaw. “
You’re
the one she was
with just now? Oh that’s sad. She must have felt really bad about getting stood
up last night.”

“Jesus, Matthew! You can’t stand me up
and
make fun
of me for how I react!” As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted
them. Wanting Guy had nothing to do with Matthew’s rejection, but he didn’t
seem to know that.

Guy’s face fell, and he lowered his fists. He stepped back
before Matthew. “You’re right. I guess she must have felt really bad.”

“Wait!” Neva cried. Guy still wouldn’t look at her.

“You need to get out, Lodi. Not because of her, but because
you can’t go through papers like you own the office. Neva, you’re fired. I
asked you not to allow your personal relationship to compromise the security
and interests of this business. I’m sorry, but I can’t trust either one of
you.”

Neva gaped. She couldn’t find words, even if Guy would have
listened to anything she had to say. Matthew left quickly. She barely noticed,
even when he patted his pocket, winked at her and mouthed the word, “Later.”
She stood perfectly still while minutes passed, trying to comprehend the idea
of a life without Guy in it at all, just a short time after it seemed Guy would
finally take her to bed.

Guy nudged her with a cardboard box. “You need to pack your
desk.” He kept his head turned at a ninety-degree angle from hers.

“Guy, I swear I didn’t want—”

“Neva, I need you to understand that I’m not firing you over
sexual jealousy.” His voice was frighteningly calm, dead of his usual
inflections. “That wouldn’t be right, no matter how much I hated seeing you
with him. I have to fire you because it’s clear that you continued to give him
privileged information after I requested that you stop.”