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Emma blushed a fiery red. She prayed she hadn’t gone too far. “I am so sorry “she gushed. She grabbed his hand in a flash of inspiration, hugging it to her breast. “Please please forgive me. I have some club soda in my office. I can get you cleaned up right away.”

Thanks to the hand-on-breast technique Jason seemed reluctantly inclined to follow her wherever she led, although his good humour was fading fast. He did make a halfhearted protest,

“Leave it be” he bit out, trying to glare at her. His face was beginning to take on a distinctly irritated expression.

Emma kept a tight hold on her ace, which happened to be his hand currently burning a brand on her soft flesh, and literally dragged him with her as soon as the doors opened on her floor. “I’ll feel terrible if you don’t let me fix you up,” she babbled.

She quickly pulled him into her private office and pushed him into her chair. Jason was looking at her as if he thought she was completely nuts. He opened his mouth as if to speak a couple of times, then he just shook his head and sat there with a resigned smirk on his face, as if he was waiting for the next act of this farce to unfold.

Soaking a towel generously with club soda she leaned over him and began to gently dab him everywhere the coffee had spilled. She meticulously made sure to cover his muscular chest, his rock hard abs… She was gratified to see the spark of awareness in his eyes flare into hot passion.

He gripped her trim waist and pulled her hard onto his lap. “What’s your game darling?” he demanded.

“G..game?” she stammered, looking at him soulfully. “I’m just trying to clean you up. Although I’d be happy to play with you.” she couldn’t believe she had actually said that.

His eyes blazed with passion. “So you want to play with me hmm?” He tunneled his hand through her silky tresses and took her mouth in a searing kiss.