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  "You're so right, of course. In fact, some might come in through the door behind us, at any moment."

  She shivered with arousal, picturing it, feeling the embarrassment it would bring. It only seemed to make her hotter still.

  His hands moved back to her hips, and he pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her eyes flashed shut. He reached down and stroked the lines of her suspenders from the tops of her stockings to her waist. "Oh yes, you are one classy woman."

  "I'm glad you approve," she responded, breathlessly. The matching black G-string, suspenders and stockings always made her feel good, they made her feel sexy, and right now it seemed like an investment with a double return. Her breasts tingled wildly, and now, as his hand stroked around her bottom, her sex throbbed, growing more needy all the time. She tried to maintain some sense of decorum, sensing that was what he wanted, here in this environment, but it was hard.

  He slipped his fingers into the groove between her thighs, and followed the line of her G- string up between her arse cheeks to the waistband, where he pinged the elastic, making her jolt. "I really do like your taste in underwear."

  Before she had time to respond, his hand had moved around the front of her hips to cup her mons. Squeezing it, he crushed her back against his hips. His erection pressed right into the crease of her bottom, large and hot. She had to reach out and grip the window frame, no longer able to stay upright without the support.

  Manipulating his hand, he crushed her clit inside the hot, plump cushion of her mound. Alexa's fingers tightened on the windowsill, her body shifting from one to foot to the other.

  A group of businessmen left the building, shouting across to one another as they separated out across the car park. Tomas manipulated her harder and she almost buckled, cursing aloud as she came a second time even as one glanced back and did a double take.

  Tomas turned her quickly in his arms. Her skirt fell back into place. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, before he brushed his thumb over her lips. Then he walked away. A deliberate move on his part, and her body yearned after him. By the time she managed to do up her shirt and straighten her clothes, he was back at his desk, attention on the papers. Back to being the suave businessman, collected and contained. Unlike me, she thought. Her pulse still raced, legs wavering under her, her pussy heavy with pleasure but wanting more, wanting all of him. He'd left her that way on purpose. Devious man. She'd be thinking about it all week long, anticipating being touched again, wanting him to take it further.

  She followed in his wake, straightening her jacket as she did so. When he glanced up at her, she gave him her best professional nod, and responded. "Okay, I'll take you up on your challenge."

  His mouth moved into a slow smile, eyes glittering. "Sunday it is then."

  Chapter Two

  Sunday eventually came around. Alexa brimmed with anticipation, but as the week had progressed nerves hit her, too. She pushed them away, determined to have this moment. Her mind ran with images of Tomas and what he'd said and done, the way he'd touched her and admired her. She'd felt so…feminine. She'd wanted him for so long that the very suggestion it was going to happen meant she was ready and raring to go. He'd made some invisible connection to her very core, his very proximity making her wet in a way that lingered all through the following days, desire making her crazy for him. In her imagination, she saw images of him bending her over and shagging her, in his office. Instead, he'd left her wanting more, thinking about it, and she'd been constantly horny as a result.

  His commanding tone and his suggestions haunted her through each and every day and at night in bed she would touch herself, imagining that his hands were on her again, the way they had been in his office, his thumb stroking over her breasts and her clit while he told her what he was going to do to her. She imagined his cock, pictured him fisting it in one hand as he climbed between her legs. Would they make love out in the long grass? Oh yes, the long grass. Images flashed through her mind, Tomas between her thighs, driving his length inside her over and over again while they rolled in the grass, crushing the lush stems beneath them. He'd mentioned bondage, too, and she squeezed her thighs together while she pictured some ritualistic act with her spread-eagled and Tomas kneeling in between her open legs with his fist wrapped around his cock. God knows, she'd imagined him that way so many times, the thought of seeing it made her unbearably horny.

  She lifted her hair from the back of her neck, laughing softly to herself. Just the thought of Tomas Flint at one with nature, naked and sweating, fucking her hard, had her close to coming. Is that what he wanted? Desperate to find out, constantly she willed the time to pass.

  When the day finally dawned it was a beautiful summer morning, mid-August and sultry. Alexa tied her hair up and opted for a floating summer dress and sandals that were attractive but also comfortable enough to walk in, although she hoped that she would be on her back in the long grass before too long. That part was certain, although there was a layer of mystery to it she hadn't yet fathomed. At the last minute, she threw her sports shoes into a backpack, together with cut-off jeans and a T-shirt, just in case they were needed.

  Naked, he'd said.

  Alexa bit her lip, her body on a knife-edge of anticipation. She'd fantasized about getting it on with Tomas often enough, but now her fantasy was on the verge of coming true. It felt like a pretty scary place to be. What if it wasn't what she expected it to be? What if it was too much? She had to face up to these doubts, because it had to be done. There'd never been a choice. Once he'd made the proposition she had to go for it, because she already wanted him. If she didn't she would have to face a life of regret, always wondering what might have happened.

  Clear-headed by nature, Alexa didn't shy away from the truth, so she recognized she only had one choice. But what would come of this, what exactly did he mean to do? He'd touted it as a countryside tryst, but his first remark… Bondage. Had it been said to provoke her, as some sort of test, or had he really meant it? A shiver ran up her spine as she considered it, a shiver of arousal. Hell, yes—it turned her on. Doing it in the wild wasn't something she'd even considered before, let alone bondage, but the idea intrigued her. Keyed up and restless, she paced the pavement outside her apartment block, where Tomas had said he would pick her up. She watched the traffic, wondering when and how he would arrive. A Land Rover, perhaps. The thought of it made her smile, breaking some of the tension she felt. Yes, Tomas Flint, suave businessperson extraordinaire, and his secret weekend nature habit. But it wasn't a Land Rover that pulled up alongside her a moment later. Instead, a stretch limousine cruised in, all shiny black and polished chrome, with blacked-out windows. She stared at it, concerned it might block the place where Tomas would want to pull in. Then the door clicked open and there he was, in the back seat.

  He gestured to her, beckoning her inside.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she said as she climbed in. Once the door shut, the sound of the traffic was muffled. "This wasn't quite what I expected."

  "What were you expecting?"

  "Oh, I don't know, a jeep, or something."

  Tomas grinned, flashing his teeth. "Good call. I have been known to drive a jeep, but it's going to take us a while to get out of the city. I thought we might as well get comfortable."

  Why did that sound as if he meant to seduce her along the way? Because she hoped he would, or he because he looked as if he intended to? When she returned his smile, she tried not to look as if Santa Claus had just told her she was about to be given exactly what she wanted for Christmas.

  As she settled into her seat and clicked on her seat belt, she tried not to stare at Tomas. It was hard not to. She was used to him looking attractive, but the way he looked today had her full attention. He wore combat gear. A khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealed muscular forearms. Under the shirt he had on a tight white T-shirt. His shoulders were broad, his torso tapering to a narrow waist. In casual clothing his body looked even fitter than she thought i
t would be. Often she had imagined him without the city armor of shirt, tie and suit. It was a lot easier now, with the sleeves rolled up, and the tightly belted combat trousers outlining his narrow hips and revealing strong, muscular thighs through the cotton fabric.

  When he caught her staring, she made an innocuous comment about the soft leather seats. They did give the car a feeling of utter luxury, and she noticed that a bottle of champagne stood in the cooler in the built-in bar. The chauffeur was separated off from them by a solid plate glass window, tinted, which made it easy to forget his presence. They were still in city-mode as they moved from its heart to that of the wild. For some reason that put her at ease.

  Tomas engaged her in light conversation, at first. "Did you know that you live in the next street to my major competitor?"

  Alexa laughed softly. "Luke Carstairs?"

  He nodded.

  "I had no idea. London is a small place…even though it is a jungle."

  He narrowed his eyes at her but he smiled. She was teasing him about his nickname, and she was almost tempted to use it, especially with him looking as if he was about to go big-game hunting.

  He didn't pick her up on it. Instead, he continued to chat about work as the car moved through the traffic, dodging vehicles and making time through the city by all manner of devious shortcuts. Alexa tried to catch sight of signposts, wondering where they were headed. When they were outside the urban part of the city, and headed what she thought was south and west, she ventured to ask. "Where are you taking me?"

  "The New Forest is beautiful at this time of year," he said, rather obtusely. He was being deliberately mysterious, but she couldn't help loving it because it was all part of the intrigue.

  "In fact, now that we're out of the city," he leaned forward and lifted the bottle of champagne from its icy nest, "let's celebrate."

  He opened the bottle deftly, poured out two glasses and handed her one. "Here's to Sunday afternoons in the countryside."

  "Here's to it, whatever it may entail." She gave him a teasing glance.

  He lowered his eyelids, smiling. "You know the sort of thing, nature walks, plenty of fresh air and exercise…rounded up with a good meal at a country pub."

  "That sounds wonderful."

  The champagne mellowed her. She watched the changing scene out of the window, still wondering what lay ahead. After a while she noticed he had moved closer, then he took her glass and put it down, resting one arm around her shoulders. With the other hand, he traced his fingers from her shoulder to elbow and then to wrist. There, he turned her hand over, exposing the soft inside of her wrist. He stroked the spot, and lifted her hand in his, resting a kiss on her pulse. Her skin tingled with awareness.

  He met her gaze. "I find it very hard to resist you, now that I've got you away from the office."

  Why did that feel like bait in a trap? A naughty devil prodded her, a devil that responded to the glint in Tomas' eyes. She wanted the bait; she wanted to be in his trap. "You have my permission to stop resisting."

  He paused only long enough to look deep into her eyes and then he closed in on her. As he kissed her, his lips were firm against hers opening her up to him swiftly as he moved over her mouth with his, exploring her. She both tensed and melted inside, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as she returned the kiss, her lips parting. He cupped his hand around the back of her head, holding her as his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. That bold, determined intrusion raced through her like wildfire. Eagerly, she tasted him, breathing him in and savoring the scrape of his stubble on her skin as he moved against her. Tension ratcheted up when he clicked her seatbelt open, then moved his hand under the hem of her dress and grasped her around her thigh. When he drew back he looked down at her legs and lifted the sheer fabric of her dress, sliding it over her knee, pushing it up the length of her thigh. "You remind me of a woodland creature, and that appeals to me immensely."

  "A woodland creature?" She'd begun to think he deserved his nickname. There was that smile again. Dangerous, and somehow secretive. He had plans; she could see it in his eyes.

  "Oh yes. Like a young deer. Soft, supple, and lissome. You're driven by instinct, in tune with your surroundings." He put his hand over the triangle of lace at her groin, cupping her mons through it. "Both rare and beautiful."

  When he squeezed the cushion of her mons, the pulse in her clit danced wildly. Her head dropped back against the seat. The urge to pump and grind in his hand barely in check. She tried to stay still, but her hips were moving of their own accord, slowly gyrating against the hard pressure afforded by his cupped palm.

  He observed her with a half smile, quite obviously pleased by her response. "How long have you wanted to do this?" he asked.

  Alexa rolled her eyes. "Jesus, you can be a cruel man." A breathless laugh escaped her as she said it.

  "I don't mean to be." He smiled, and pressed one finger into the groove of her pussy. The fabric of her knickers rubbed brusquely over her swollen clit, releasing some of her tension. It built up again, ever higher. "How long?" he repeated.

  "A long time." She moved, pressed against his hand. She couldn't help it.

  "How long?" He lessened the pressure he was applying to her clit through her underwear.

  She groaned aloud and then laughed in disbelief, her head sinking back against the car seat. "Since the beginning, since the first time I met you. Happy now?"

  "Very." He shifted his hand, moved it inside her knickers and began working one finger into the groove of her pussy. She could see how much he liked that. And she had wanted him from the beginning. Isn't that what he'd said, too, back in his office? He'd said he noticed her from the beginning.

  He moved his fingers back and forth over her clit and then slid lower, and deeper, where she was sticky and wet. "Oh yes, you're ready for this."

  "More than ready." She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything.

  He pushed two fingers inside her, opening her up, moving them against the front wall of her sex. Too good. Her back arched and her arms stiffened, her hands grasping at him. When he pulled out his fingers and licked them, slowly, his eyes closing in appreciation, her breath caught in her throat. Seeing him do that made her tremble.

  "Tomas, you're driving me insane!"

  "We wouldn't want that." He eased her knickers off, working them under her bottom and down her thighs, pushing apart her legs. When he resumed his position and started to explore her damp folds again, she almost passed out with pleasure. Sprawling, head back, dress bunched around her waist, she was in heaven. Alexa was desperate with need and had forgotten everything, the presence of the chauffeur, their working relationship. None of it mattered now. All that mattered was she had to have this man, this man driving her close to madness.

  Tomas teased her clit until she wriggled madly in the seat. His fingers were handling her expertly, tweaking and nudging her clit closer to orgasm and then riding in and out of her, increasing her pleasure. She shifted restlessly, some of her hair pulling free of its band, her breathing audible. When she looked away, he removed his hand until she looked back at him, keeping her focused on him and his response to her. Glancing down, she could see the bulge in his combat trousers. It was there in his eyes, too, a very real tug between them, a tug of reciprocated longing. Was he just going to toy with her? Didn't he want to fuck her? Alexa shifted, her hands clutching at him, her leg moving across his lap, inviting him in.

  "I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

  "All in good time," he replied, and then rested his thumb over her clit, two fingers inside her stroking the sleek walls of her sex. Her core melted, her body clamping onto the hard intrusion as she hit her peak and came. She heard herself cry out, and with her hands around his neck holding him closer as she ground against his hand, desperate for it to last and yet desperate for it to be over, too.

  Only when she slumped back in the seat, awash with pleasure, did Alexa realize the car was no longer moving. Glancing o
ut of the window, she pulled up her knickers and eased her dress into position. They were in the countryside. The car had been parked up on a grassy bank and woods lay on either side.

  Tomas smiled and lifted their glasses from the holders, offering her another sip of champagne. She took a swallow, looking at him over the edge of the glass. Oh, how she wanted him. She wanted to taste him, swallow him, have him take her hard and fast. She was so distracted, it wasn't until her door clicked open that she realized the chauffeur had left the vehicle, without her even noticing. He'd opened her door and now stood by to help her out. Had he been watching them during the journey? He gave no clue.

  "The forest awaits." Tomas drained his glass, set it down and then gestured at the wooded landscape beyond before opening his own door and climbing out.

  Alexa took a quick look at the chauffeur as she stepped out of the car. He kept his gaze averted, a model of impersonal behavior. After he shut the door, he returned to the driver's side, standing by the car but looking off into the distance, leaving them alone.

  Tomas took her hand. "Ready?"

  She nodded, even though she had no clue what she was agreeing to be ready for. He led her on. The horizon was thick with clustered oaks and beeches. Ahead, tall ash trees lined the path and the grass beneath them grew dark and lush compared to the clearing where the limousine stood. The heat shimmered outside of the air-conditioned car, and the gloom in between the trees ahead looked inviting. Tomas led her twenty feet or so into the woods then drew to a halt before they reached the shade of the denser trees. He reached into his pocket and drew out a strip of black velvet, which he held between his hands and pulled taut.

  "I would like to blindfold you." He looked at her for a reaction.

  She could scarcely breathe, let alone respond verbally. She stared at the cloth and then back at him. "Is there a specific reason why?"