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She looked closer at him then and leaned forward, running her fingers slowly over her thighs toward her knees as she neared him, and he felt himself begin to grow hard with need.

"Why is that?" she asked, her coy expression barely covering something much hungrier beneath her smile.

He stopped himself from saying anything too overt, and rubbed his hands over his own thighs, hoping to draw tension away from the bulge he felt forming between his legs. "Oh, well, you know, if we wind up working late on some nights, then there won’t be anyone at home worried about where you are or what

you’re doing."