Distraction.

She hated herself for looking, but what was she supposed to do when Kira absently dangled her high heel shoe from her toes. That was the clarion call for Paula to admire Kira’s stocking-clad (sheer black, of course) arch, ankles and then began the inevitable crawl up her muscular calves to her thigh. And, dammit, Kira’s dress was short enough that Paula caught a glimpse of the lace top of her stockings and the garter belt that kept those things up on her impossibly long legs.

All afternoon Paula had been distracted — so much so that it seemed a miracle that Kira had yet to notice her frequent and lengthy stares. Or, perhaps, Kira did notice and kept it up for Paula’s benefit. That should have made Paula feel better, but it had the opposite effect — she felt terrible because she wanted to comment on it, but didn’t know if Kira would take it the wrong way if she did.

And they were no where close to getting the Davis project done and it was due to the client before they left for the day.

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Beauty.

“Why?” he asked as she nibbled his neck. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t appreciate it, but I’m ugly as hell.”

She shushed him, putting a finger on his lips.

“Your soul is beautiful as hell, and that’s all that really matters to me,” she said once he’d stopped trying to speak through her fingers. The matter settled, her lips drifted like soft velvet from his neck to one of his nipples and he decided he didn’t care about the whys of it all.

Sandals.

She wiggled her hips to draw him deeper inside, falling in love with the way his eyes closed and mouth opened slightly, head lolling back so his neck was exposed to any love-bites she might decide to torture him with. But not yet. “You know why I like you?” she asked and received a deliciously satisfactory far away uh-huh in reply. “You like looking at my sandals whenever you can, thinking you’re being sly about it.” He opened his eyes half-way and tossed her that irresistible grin of his. That would earn him a bite, she decided, just so he knew who was in charge.


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