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font-size: 13px;">She could feel her heartbeat in her throat as the moments between her question and Kirk’s answer passed. Everything within her knew she shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of his touch and what that might mean for them. There was no awareness yet of how <i>exactly </i>it made her feel, and hoe things were to progress from here. Keira knew there was an unspoken, magnetic draw between the pair — a level of comfort and a layer of intensity within their stares that she couldn’t quite describe. The attraction was mutual and the sexual tension was only amplifying each day, and with each interaction. Did she want to act on it?<br/>
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The woman listened intently as he offered clippings of the thoughts she’d requested. She chewed on her lower lip as she recalled the smoothing of his hand over her thigh and the way she’d allowed her leg to wander brazenly along his. Would anything had happened if she didn’t feel the urge to tempt him with her tender yet confident touch? She recalled Kirk not appearing surprised by her forward approach — unless he had a perfect poker face. Had he been considering exploring her body even prior to this morning?<br/>
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“I can only imagine that is part of the reason as to why my dress code compliance score was rated so highly,” Keira quipped playfully, lifting a brow as he leaned in closer, “I’m pleased to know my choice of attire suits your personal tastes.” She could smell the leathery, amber hints of his cologne which had blended seamlessly with his natural pheromones after being applied hours before. A deep breath drew from her lungs, sampling the rich scent through her nostrils. It’d been so long since her fiancé, Simon, had even commented on her physical appearance in such an endearing manner. It stirred something within her — a pool of warmth, followed by a gentle whirring within her stomach. There, she relished in the compliment he’d given her, feeding the starved beast within that craved any hint of affection and praise.<br/>
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Meadowy orbs widened slightly as his bold touch found purchase upon her stocking clad knee once again. Though she had steered the conversation in the direction of what had occurred under the table, she was almost surprised to find him willing to engage for a second round.  Crackles of electricity surged along her skin where his hand placement settled, birthed by the intense draw she felt towards him.<br/>
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“Kirk…” Keira cleared her throat, lifting her eyes to meet his, “Mr. Greyson. I… I can’t admit that I didn’t feel anything.” With uncertainty, her gaze dropped, settling upon the diamond wrapped around her finger, twinkling with reminder under the office lights. She stood, forcing his hand from her knee as she moved to put an appropriate space between them. “But I am soon to be married and I really should not be entertaining the idea.”<br/>
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