Professional Liaison by Sandy Sullivan

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    “Well then, maybe it’s something in your personal life.”
    “I don’t have a personal life.”
    “There’s your problem then. You need to balance the two. One without the other is bad for you.”
    “What? Are you studying to be a shrink on the side?”
    Andrea giggled. “Actually, yes. Well, sort of. I’m in school to be a therapist.”
    “Great,” Melissa grumbled.
    “I thought you were dating someone?”
    “What ever gave you that idea?”
    “A little birdie told me.”
“Mandy?”
    Andrea’s shoulders lifted in a shrug before she went back to sorting the paperwork across the table.
    “She needs to butt out.”
    “She’s worried about you.”
    “There’s nothing to be worried for. I’m fine.”
    “Yeah right,” Andrea murmured. “What are your plans for this weekend?”
“Work.”
    “Wrong answer, boss.”
    “My thoughts exactly.” The low timbre of his voice sent shivers down her arms and when she turned around, she had to suck in a ragged breath in a vain attempt to calm her now racing heart.
    “What are you doing here?”
    God, he looks good.
His worn jeans formed to his trim thighs and stretched across them, making her fingers itch uncontrollably to touch him.
    “It’s five o’clock.”
“And?”
    “Five o’clock on Friday and we are going away for the weekend.”
    “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She turned to say something to Andrea and realized her secretary had discreetly disappeared out the door and shut it behind her.
    Traitor.
    With a sexy sway of his hips and a wicked grin, he moved closer and she took a nervous step back, coming up against the immoveable solid desk behind her.
    One callused finger slipped along her cheek before his whole hand dove into the loose confines of her hair, tugging lightly until she tipped her head back, her lips parting slightly.
    “Oh, yes you are.”
    “Why should I?”
    “Because you want me.”
“Yeah right.”
    He chuckled softly before his absolutely sinful lips brushed against her cheek. “Why are your nipples begging for my touch then?”
    “They’re not,” she whispered, hating the breathless quality to her voice.
    “I could take you right here on your desk. Your secretary would keep everyone out.”
    Her breath hitched at the idea of him fucking her silly on the desk behind her and possibly be caught by one of her employees.
    Exhibitionism? No way!
    “Bend you over the edge and warm your ass with my hand for avoiding me the last two weeks.”
    A moan escaped her lips and she felt like slapping him when the wicked smile returned to his mouth.
    “I wasn’t avoiding you. I didn’t want to see you, I told you that.”
    “You were keeping your distance and it’s something I won’t tolerate from you anymore.” He nibbled the edges of her lips and then said, “We’re going to Flagstaff. My parents have a cabin up there not being used. We’ll be alone for two whole days and two whole nights. Just you and me, babe.” Her nipples puckered into hard nubs. “I’ve borrowed a couple of things from Brad’s little room.”
    Holy shit!
“But…”
    “You’re mine, Liss. It’s my job as your Dom to make sure you get what you need.”
    “I don’t need anything. I don’t want anything.”
    “Oh, yes you do, sweetheart, and we are going to spend the whole weekend discovering those needs and making sure we take care of each one. You may not get what you want, but you’ll get what you need.”
    * * * *
    What the hell was I thinking to let him bring me up here?
    The cabin was beautiful sitting back amongst the pine trees all by itself. Drew’s parents obviously had money if the size of the house said anything at all. The front had large windows facing the setting sun. The bright orange glow bathed the living room in soft light as he stepped behind her and pulled her back against his chest.
    “What are you thinking?” he whispered as his lips brushed her hair.
    “I’m trying to figure out how I let you