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  “I’ve been married for barely a month. So I’m not trying to give advice to you, girl. I mean you and Greg have been together for over seven years. But it seems to me that you two have forgotten that a marriage is composed of more than one or even two elements.”

  “Such as?”

  “There’s more to a successful relationship, married or otherwise, than money. More to it than great sex. Although the great sex is nothing to sneeze at…” The instant far away sex-on-the-brain look on Karina’s face alerted Liza to the fact that her friend was off in la-la land.

  Probably thinking about all that good stuff she was getting at home. The kind of good stuff Liza was in desperate need of.

  “Karina…” she sought to bring her back to the real world. From the way her almond shaped eyes widened behind her lenses, Liza knew she’d been right. The girl had been thinking of sex.

  Lucky trollop.

  “Where was I? Oh. The variables in a successful relationship.”

  That was the other strange thing about Karina. Her need to put everything in analytical terms. Math and html was her thing.

  “Go on,” she encouraged. “What’s the third variable in your equation?”

  “Communication, Liza. Besides financial responsibility and great sex, there’s communication.”

  “I know. You’re right. I’m working on that.”

  “Well you two have to work on it together.”

  “I know.”

  “Put on your favorite BJ lipstick…”

  “My what?” Liza asked. Yet again, she was hard pressed not to spew tea from her mouth.

  Karina glanced at her over the top of her glasses. “Girl, you know,” she said and leaned close to her before whispering, “your blowjob lipstick.”

  “Karina!”

  “But in the meantime…a little bondage never hurt anybody either,” she said with a blissful smile.

  Liza’s mouth formed a perfect O at what had come tripping out of her previously near celibate friend’s mouth as though it were no big deal.

  “Coop recently introduced me to it…it’s awesome! Have you ever given it a try?” she asked innocently, large eyes blinking sweetly behind her glasses.

  “And have you ever heard of a butt plug? Liza, I swear it’s off the chain, girl!” Karina giggled as she pushed her glasses further up her nose and glanced around as though everyone in the café was listening and she wanted to keep her freaky on the sneaky.

  Liza was utterly amazed at what her oldest and best friend, whom she didn’t know even knew there was a such thing as bondage, much less butt plugs, was saying. And Liza was doing her damnedest not to fall out of her seat as Karina went on a gleeful informative tirade on the subject.

  “Oooh, I have an idea! Why don’t you surprise him at his office and play dress-up? Put on some ‘do me baby’ lipstick…ummm. High heels…ooh, better yet, I bought this cheerleader outfit that I haven’t worn yet and it just might fit you with a few adjustment…”

  Chapter Four

  “Renita, let’s go ahead with that plan, okay? Make a notation to call the opposing council Monday morning and tell him we’d like to strike a bargain and if he’s ready to play ball and stop jerking us around, we can talk,” Greg said to his assistant over the small intercom that led to her adjoining office.

  “Sure will Greg, anything else?” her smooth voice asked.

  “No that should be all…and Renita?”

  “Yes, Greg?”

  “Why don’t you take off? I should wrap this up any minute now. No use in you hanging around.”

  “It’s no problem, Greg, that’s what I’m here for.”

  Greg knew better than to argue with her. She’d interned with him three years ago and had been with him ever since and he wouldn’t know what to do without her. When she’d started working for him and stayed up late, working alongside him, he’d felt guilty as hell. He’d tried to tell her to go home on numerous occasions but she’d refused and he gave up suggesting that she go. She was more of a workaholic than he. She was a beautiful woman too.

  He didn’t understand why she didn’t get out more. After working late one evening he’d asked her what her significant other thought of her late nights with him. She’d stared at him blankly as though he were speaking some foreign tongue.

  She’d then asked if he had the brief ready for an upcoming trial and he’d never gone into personal territory with her again. Liza had joked once that she thought Renita was in love with him and that was the reason she worked late hours and never mentioned having a lover who was waiting for her.

  But Renita never made any passes at him and he believed she simply had a total dedication to her job. Liza let the subject drop but he had a feeling she wasn’t kidding when she made the comment. She really thought his assistant had a thing for him.

  “That’s fine, Renita. I should be wrapping up soon and we can both leave,” he told her before returning to his work. He glanced down at his watch and was surprised at the time.

  Damn. Liza was going to be ticked off. Their last conversation still rang harshly in his ears as he stared off into space. Her words were pointed jabs that shot straight at his heart.

  How could she doubt that he loved her? Everything he did was for her.

  He’d fallen in love with her from the minute he set eyes on her. At the time, he thought it was a case of “fall in lust at first sight” rather than love. He’d set out to seduce her, hell-bent on getting in her panties ASAP. She’d turned the tables on him and refused to have sex. He thought it was a game at first, so he played along, sure he’d get at her sooner or later. After three months of waiting, he felt like howling at the fucking moon he’d been so horny.

  After several months of dating she’d given in and he’d never been the same. He used to laugh at his friends who he thought were pussy whipped, as he swore up and down it would never happen to him.

  He’d been wrong.

  But more than sex, he loved everything about her. Her demure laugh, the way she played the lady role for him, the perfect hostess, her commitment to her charities.

  The way she loved him.

  That was the number-one thing he loved about her. He knew she loved him. And he felt like shit for accusing her of marrying him for the money.

  She’d grown up poor and there wasn’t anything wrong with her wanting more out of life. He was more than happy to be able to provide it for her. He just wanted her to open up to him more. He missed the spontaneous things they did, the way they went out of their way to please one another.

  He sighed and turned away from the window to return to his work. He was so engrossed in his notes that it took several throat clearings before he looked up and when he did, all thoughts of the case he was working on flew from his mind and his cock thumped a happy salute at the image in front of him.

  “Damn, baby…” was all he could say as his wife stood before him and slowly opened the floor-length leather trench coat, wearing nothing more than some kind of lacy outfit, laced up thigh-high leather boots and a hesitant smile on her lush, red lips.

  * * * * *

  Liza felt nervous and silly.

  Today was one of those weird Midwestern days in the middle of April and the weather was a balmy seventy-two degrees and she was wearing a floor-length trench coat with nothing underneath but a white lacey baby doll thong and bra set.

  And stiletto thigh-high boots.

  After Karina had ended her blissful tirade of the joys of the occasional restraint, they’d ended their lunch with Liza more determined than ever, to put a little oomph back into her marriage.

  She had pushed to the back of her mind what Renita thought when she’d walked into her office. She walked in, as bold as you please, and asked the woman if she could possibly hold any calls that might come through and if she didn’t mind taking a break for a few minutes. She and Greg had something to…discuss.

  She’d never really cared much for Renita, her cool looks and bland façade we
re a challenge to read. She was petite, no more than five feet two inches, like her friend Karina, but where Kari was all rounded, womanly curves, this woman was slim, almost boyish in her figure, Liza thought with a grimace of distaste.

  And Liza knew the woman had a thing for her man. There was no denying the look she caught flashing in her dark gray eyes whenever the paralegal would catch her and Greg kissing when Liza came into his office.

  But Liza gave her points for knowing when to step the hell back.

  “Hello, Renita,” she said cordially, giving the woman a quick assessing once-over.

  As usual, she was dressed professionally, if a bit boring in Liza’s opinion, in a traditional dark blue tailored suit. The crisp white blouse beneath the double-breasted jacket was buttoned to the top and Liza wondered how she breathed all buttoned tight like that. Her ultrashort, jet-black curls barely brushed the top of her blouse; the pearls in her small light-brown ears were delicate and unassuming.

  Liza nearly lost her nerve when she saw the way one of the woman’s perfectly arched winged brows lifted as her gaze in turn ran over Liza in her tightly belted calf-length trench coat.

  Liza stiffened her spine and titled her head to the side, arched her own damn eyebrow and cleared her throat. “Is there any way you could take a break? My husband and I need to discuss something,” she asked.

  “Yes, I suppose I could. Would you like for me to announce you?” she asked in a cool voice.

  “That won’t be necessary, Renita. As long as he’s alone, I’m sure I can announce myself.” She smiled tightly at the woman.

  “No problem, ma’am. In fact, if you wouldn’t mind, could you inform Mr. Colburn that I’ve finished for the day? If he’s in need of my…services…he knows where to reach me.”

  “I’ll make sure I tell him.” She turned around, not giving the assistant another thought as the queasiness settled into her belly and opened the door to Greg’s inner office.

  Now, Liza felt nervous as she stood in front of her husband. Which was ridiculous. There was nothing to be afraid of. They’d been married for seven years, knew each other as intimately as any two people could. There wasn’t anything he had that she hadn’t seen and vice versa. She was grown. She wasn’t scared…

  “Come here, Liza.” The deep timbre of his voice raised goose bumps down her thighs.

  “What? I mean…” She had to clear her throat before she continued. “I mean…you come to me.” Okay. So she said it. Let him come to her. She was going to dominate his ass for once.

  “Get over here, Liza. Now.” His voice grew even quieter but his restraint didn’t hide the strength of his demand.

  She trembled, but held her ground.

  “You don’t want me to have to come and get you…do you?” He leaned back even further in his chair. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he observed her.

  He looked so big and sexy as he sat behind the large mahogany desk. He’d taken off his suit jacket and had rolled his shirtsleeves to his elbows and she could see the sexy dark sprinkling of hair on his forearms.

  The only time he wore glasses was when he worked and the small, dark square-framed lenses now sat in the middle of the long bridge of his nose. One small dark lock of hair near his forehead had bisected his eyebrow.

  He’d never looked sexier to her.

  “If I have to come and get you, I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he told her and smiled that smile she loved so much. A small dimple appeared in the corner of his mouth before the smile dropped off his face.

  Just the sound of his voice, the quiet demand, had her wet and ready. Goose bumps ran down the backs of her thighs as her nipples beaded behind the tiny lace teddy. She felt the cream run down her vagina and drench the small lining.

  A smile and a few words had her panting like a rabid dog. “Come and get me,” she dared him and slowly backed away from the desk.

  Leisurely, he pushed his chair back and raised his large frame from the high-backed leather chair. The look in his eyes scared her a little. As he advanced toward her she backed away without taking her eyes away from him.

  When he gave her that wicked smile, she turned and tried to run. She had only managed to take a few steps when she felt him grab her by the back of her head and halt her right in her tracks.

  “Don’t try and run away. It won’t work. You came here for something and now you’re going to get just what you obviously want.”

  She could feel his hard muscled back even against the leather of her trench coat. As he none too gently pulled her head back, she looked into his eyes and had to clench her legs together before her cream dripped down her legs.

  Damn.

  She was so turned on she was dizzy, her head was spinning so crazily, that she felt like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

  She moistened her lips with her tongue. Her heart beat wildly yet she couldn’t resist pulling the tiger by the tail. Again.

  “You don’t know the first damn thing about what I want.”

  What the world did she say that for? The man went crazy.

  Without a word he snatched her coat off, nearly ripping it in the process and flipped her around, slamming her against his straining chest.

  She stood tall before him wearing nothing but the two-piece baby doll getup and thigh-high leather boots.

  “Say it again and I swear it’ll be the last thing you say for a long time, Li,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed.

  As he’d swung her around, one hand on the back of her head, the other hand had, in an unconscious caress, moved down one of her breast. His finger circled and lightly pinched her nipple behind the lace of the teddy before trailing away.

  If she didn’t know better, she’d swear there was a hint of a tic in the corner of his mouth. He was just the smallest bit pissed off.

  Good.

  “You. Don’t. Know. The. First…” was all she got out before he clamped her mouth shut with his.

  With one hand, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her impossibly closer to his body until there was absolutely no room separating her body from his. His upper body was pressed so tight against her breasts that her nipples budded against the smooth crisp fabric of his dress shirt.

  But she forgot all about the uncomfortable feel of his buttons the minute his mouth touched hers.

  He opened his mouth wide and slowly closed it back over hers sucking her entire mouth into his. He licked and bit her lips until she felt like crying. His hands roamed over the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. He grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth and scraped it none too gently.

  She whimpered at the small ache and he licked it better.

  Damn, he knew how to work her lips.

  He moved his hands to either side of her face and drew back to look at her. Really look at her. His eyes searched hers for an answer to some unknown question. She felt helpless in his gaze and rather than allow him to keep staring at her, she desperately pulled his face back down to hers.

  “Don’t stop kissing me baby, don’t stop,” she begged and he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his wide mahogany desk and plopped her ass on the corner.

  She was breathless with anticipation and watched him from beneath lowered lids to see what he had in store for her. She opened her legs wide and smiled to herself when she saw the way his eyes widened. She knew he could see the small tight curls on her pussy clearly through the sheer fabric of the thong.

  Greg was the rare man who liked hair on a woman’s vagina so she kept the sides neat and trim but left the thatch of hair on her pussy just the way her man liked it. Full and lush.

  When he did nothing but stare at her, she grew nervous and bit down on her bottom lip to quell her sudden case of nerves.

  She was further taken off guard when he glanced away from her vagina and looked into her face and smiled, wetting his lips.

  “Why don’t you sit right there and I’ll get a chair and we can�
�talk,” he told her and to her amazement, he walked around the desk and sat down in his chair. As he sat down, she heard the sharp hiss of a zipper and saw that he’d casually lowered the zipper on his pants.

  “Why don’t you tell me what that was about earlier, Li? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm? And while you’re telling me what’s going on, I want you to turn around and face me and since I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, why don’t you show me how it’s done? I want you move that little thong to the side and take your fingers and play with your pretty pussy. Can you do that for me?” His eyes lowered and he slowly released his penis from his pants and it jutted forth long, thick and curved.

  She felt her lips water with lust and need as she stared at his thick, beautiful cock.

  He grasped the bulbous tip and lightly ran his big hand over the entire length, stem to root. As large as his hand was, he was unable to completely engulf its circumference.

  “I’m waiting, Liza.” Casually, as though nothing were out of the ordinary, he scooted down in his chair, his legs further apart and continued to rub his cock with an expectant look on his face.

  On the one hand, she was turned on so badly she didn’t know what to do with herself, and on the other hand, was angry as hell that he could just calmly sit there, friggin’ jacking off, telling her to finger-fuck her own self and he’d watch!

  Chapter Five

  Greg was so damn hot, it was all he could do not to jump up from his chair, push Liza’s ass down and screw the shit out of her, right there on the table.

  Fuck her so hard, she’d be limping for a week and never again tell him that he didn’t know what the hell he was doing when he did her. As angry as he was, he didn’t know the last time he’d been this turned on either.

  Yet they were at a crossroad.

  He knew what she wanted from him. She wanted him to prove something to her. Prove that he could do her the way she liked to be done. Well, he intended to flip the script on his wife. He intended to prove to her that not only did he know what she wanted, what she needed, but that it was way past time for her to be real with him.