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“Mmmm, Hamish, you’re so lovely.”

Breathing heavily, he had to accept that he might have heard
her say something and didn’t have a clue what it was. Unless she said no and he
knew she wasn’t saying that. Having her beneath him was all he could
concentrate on. He sucked in a gulp of air. Suddenly he was very much aware of
her hands. The slender digits began to seductively spear through his hair.

Immediately he pulled back from passion’s grip and set about
reestablishing control.

Without panicking, he carefully set her ass on the edge of
the desk. It was time he set some ground rules for them to follow. He used his
hands to take hold of her wrists and moved them behind her back. Looking at her
face, he felt a split second of doubt. He wanted her hands on him, all over him.

There wasn’t supposed to be anything separating them, they
were meant to be free. He wouldn’t allow the disappointment find a hold in him,
not now.

“Don’t move your hands, lass.” The stipulation came out on a
whisper. There was no way he wanted to say or hear anything that meant she
couldn’t touch him, but he had to. To soften the stupid yet necessary
condition, his other hand came up and he used a finger to smooth it over her
well-kissed lips. They were damp and eager, partially opened as her breath panted
out in great gasps.

“It’s you who is simply stunning, Grace.” Now he remembered
what she’d said and had to set her straight. Make sure she knew he was serious
about her.

Unfortunately, the way she’d naturally settled on the
desktop was too much to ignore. With her legs partially parted, she appeared
ready to receive his rod. To answer her call, he closed the small distance
separating them. Even through his trousers he could feel her heat. If it were
possible for his cock to grow harder, it did when she groaned and shifted until
her mouth grasped hold of his finger where it played across her lips to suck
and chew on.

It was an erotic sight to behold. There was much more he
wanted to see and experience with her. First, he had one question she hadn’t
answered yet.

“Will you accept my apology, Grace? Will you let me make it
up to you for being a jerk last night?” Pulling his finger from her mouth, he
traced the moist digit down her neck, onto her chest and deep into her
cleavage. The dark valley had haunted him until he’d finally slept. Now he was
actually touching it. There’d been no relief for the hard-on he’d sported. He’d
eventually wakened as stiff as he’d been upon first setting eyes on her.

“Yes! Yes, Hamish, oh…”

Her words eased the last hold his brain had on keeping their
meeting away from sex. He stopped at the first button after noticing her soft
gray eyes following his progress. Hamish felt his heart beat faster when their
gazes locked and his fingers stopped moving. On a deep shuddering breath, he slowly
and with great dexterity, unfastened the buttons on her blouse before she
exhaled.

Using the same finger that made the journey down her
cleavage, he methodically moved each section of her blouse until it was tucked
under her arms and her breasts were exposed. For a second, he forgot to breathe
and then she inhaled, her chest lifting and expanding before his eyes. He was
lost to their allure. He needed to get a hold of himself and the situation,
fast.

“Well now, lass, you possess many fine qualities and I’ll
make sure to point each and every one out to you later. Right now, I need to
give these two beauties all the attention they deserve and appear to be asking
for.”

They were dazzling. Large, he was sure each mound was more
than his hand could hold. They were topped off with scrumptious red, hard
nipples that would fit perfectly in his mouth. He could almost taste them.
There was a natural droop from their weight he’d noticed last night and now he
wanted to see them free. She wore a bra that barely contained them in
delightful unsubstantial lace.

Using his thumb, he softly stroked the slope leading to one
nipple, coaxing the point to ride above the top rim of the flimsy cup. It took
very little time before the pebbled tip thrust over the edge. Hamish strummed
the eager peak. For him, this was better than any present he ever unwrapped.

“Oh yes,” her voice quivered out on a breath.

“Do you enjoy having your nipples teased?” He pinched and
tugged the excited point before she had a chance to answer. Soft panting gasps
of pleasure were pulled from between her lips.

“Do you, Grace?” The wicked thumb moved to the other breast
and smoothed over the glorious hill. This nipple had already found its freedom
by poking through the lace cutwork. It was so tempting. He could do no more
than lean down and taunt the eager flesh with the tip of his tongue.

“Ha-mish?” He liked to hear the hitch in her voice.

“Yes, my sweet little lass.” Not rising from his bent-over
position, he kept working his tongue over her excited flesh while waiting for
her eyes to meet his.

He continued to flick at the poor tormented point until her
passion-laden orbs met his. There was something drifting around the gray that
called to him. Already he knew he was lost to the wonders her body presented and
was excited because there was sure to be much to explore.

“Yes?”

“Please, I want more.”

“More of what?” His tongue continued to work the one nipple
until he felt her restless and frenzied movements increase beneath him. At the
same time the fingers on his free hand kept strumming the other tip. Hamish was
now completely immersed in seducing Grace. Nothing else could find a foothold
with him. This was it. He leaned into her until they were almost laid flat on
the desk.

“You,” she finally whispered.

“Grace, will you come to my home and play with me?”

While his teeth ruthlessly and gently gnawed on her excited
tips, he knew there was one answer she could give.

“Yes!”

A few short minutes later, Grace stood before the
full-length mirror standing in the corner of her office and fixed her
appearance with shaking hands while Hamish made a call on his mobile. After she
settled her breasts back into the bra, buttoned her blouse and tucked it in,
she checked to make sure she was once again presentable.

Except for the pointed nipples pressing against her thin
blouse, everything was back in order. She assumed he was rearranging his day
for this unexpected interlude, but made no effort to eavesdrop. She wanted his
possession too much to feel guilty about how he would make it possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, she took in the powerful man
who apparently felt no shame over the substantial hard-on he was sporting. She
didn’t bother to hold back her smile. Personally, she took a great deal of
pride seeing his cock pushing against his trousers and jacket, especially since
she was the one who inspired its impressive salute.

If she felt the need to justify her actions today, it would
be easy to say he’d created this desperate need inside her that begged for
release, therefore, he should be the one to satisfy it. Fortunately it didn’t
matter. She was an adult, without any attachments, and didn’t want to pass up
an opportunity to spend time with the man who had the ability to turn her
inside out.

Sadly, she knew a future with this incredible man wasn’t
really possible. She’d take what he offered, then hold the memories and
pleasure close for the rest of her life.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized why she
hadn’t recognized him last night. While he was often quoted and discussed in
the media, he was rarely photographed. And if he was, then they were generally
candid. It was a shame he didn’t sit for a portrait, the man was stunning. If
he was on a cover of a magazine or tabloid, no doubt it would sell out. She’d buy
a copy.

Placing her fanciful hat atop her head, Grace moved around
the office, collecting her purse, keys and wrap before turning back to face
him. She found him no longer talking on the mobile. Instead he was watching her
with lust in his eyes. Her pussy throbbed in return, needing him and his touch
almost as much as her next breath. It was kind of scary how quickly he’d found
a way inside her trust, but he did and she wanted it no other way. Not today.

Without any further delays, she wanted him inside her,
fucking her exactly as he’d mentioned earlier.

“What?” She asked him as he continued to stand there staring
at her.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said quietly, almost as though
everything would fall apart if he were too loud.

“Thank you.” What a curious man he was. There was something
tentative about him, not insecure or unsure, but he was suddenly hesitant. It
was an endearing quality in such a powerful person. He could have whatever he
wanted and he wanted her. She’d hold on to that for as long as this man held
her and store the memories forever.

“Well then, shall we go to my house?” His arm rose and
gestured for her to precede him to the door.

Instead, she walked up to him and stood close enough so her
breasts teased his chest. She slipped her hand under his buttoned suit jacket
to hold his covered hard-on. It was her first touch and he felt like
perfection. Heavy and solid, this was a tool that knew pleasure. She didn’t
stroke or squeeze the rod, merely held it while looking up into his golden
gaze.

The fire in his eyes was intense, the passion and need he
felt was plainly visible. She enjoyed seeing those qualities because she wanted
to be the woman who satisfied him and all his desires. What had Grace standing
before him, holding his shaft, was because she couldn’t go any further without
testing his limits as he’d pushed hers earlier on the desk.

“My safe word is cactus. I enjoy being spanked, teased—”

“Shhh, it’s all right, Grace, we’ll speak about sexual
preferences and more over lunch. Right now, before we take another step, I want
you to know I’ll never inflict any pain on you. That’s not something I
personally find enjoyable. I want to cherish you, fuck you, immerse myself in
you and your body. Push against your limits and make you scream with pleasure,
but I’ll never harm a hair on your beautiful head.” Hamish’s sincerity was
evident, clear for her to see. She gained a great deal of comfort from his
honesty that she hadn’t realized she wanted to hear.

“What about this incredible cock of yours? Doesn’t it need
relief?” Eager to get started, she wanted to go down on her knees right there,
unzip his trousers and feast on him until he exploded inside her mouth.

The wait for him to answer was unbearable. Time seemed to
creep forward on tiny feet and still he said nothing. The only hint of what he
was feeling or thinking was the fire and lust there for her to see and hold.
The bulge in her hand grew larger, harder and beat a mighty rhythm. It felt
thick and weighty in her hand. She may have trouble taking this beast in her
mouth. If she did, then there was no doubt she’d joyfully treasure as much of
it as she could handle.

Grace wanted, no, needed, to please and seduce him, hear him
howling with pleasure from her ministrations. It was only fair since this was
where he had taken her in those few minutes spent on her desk. That quickly
he’d had her begging, what would it be like if he had hours to work his magic?

Finally, when she thought she couldn’t wait any longer and
would just take what she wanted, he answered.

“It does, but I want you naked, on your knees and arms
behind your back when you take me in your mouth. This way I can see those
beautiful breasts quivering and your lips opened wide, waiting to receive me.
None of that will I allow to happen here in your place of business. What we
have is between us. You should also know I feel no shame in leaving here where
anyone can see that I’m hard for you. In fact, for all I care they can imagine
you screaming as you come over and over again as I ride between your beautiful
thighs. Now, shall we leave?”

Her mouth opened slightly as she started to breathe deeply.
The man continued to ratchet up her lust a notch at a time without so much as
an intimate touch. All he did was speak his needs in clear, concise terms and
she was lost.

At every turn, Hamish Buchanan surprised her and she didn’t
think she should be. In the space of less than an hour, he’d shown her on the
desk behind them that he was a man who had no problem playing her erotic
desires to perfection. Once again, she seriously wondered if he could read her
mind. He knew exactly what she liked and how to tease those needs until she
trembled with lust racing out of control. It took a long minute to regain her
equilibrium before she answered.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“You certainly are, lass.”

With laughter surrounding them, they left the office arm in
arm and walked down the hallway to the front of the store.

“Aimee, I’m leaving for the day, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, Grace, Mr. Buchanan. Enjoy yourselves.” The final
comment was offered in such a saucy tone, Grace had to look over her shoulder
at the older woman. She couldn’t hold back the giggle when her fierce look was
met by a waggle of eyebrows from her store manager.

“We certainly will, ma’am,” Hamish answered irreverently as
he looked back and smiled at Aimee and the other women. He opened the front
door and held it for Grace to pass through before following. With a wink to her
manager, he left with one last thought for them to ponder. “And she may be late
tomorrow, possibly not come in at all.”

Gales of laughter from the women in the shop followed them
out the door and into the cool clear day. Grace had known that he was trouble
last night, just not how much pleasure she’d receive as well.

He was simply wonderful.

Hamish drove them through the bustling streets commonly
found in the vibrant West End and eventually into Marylebone, where it was much
less busy. After a few lefts, rights and roundabouts, he turned onto a quiet,
tree-lined, cobblestone road that to her appeared to be straight out of another
era. Halfway down, across from a beautiful garden square, he pulled over and
stopped the car in front of a grand old Victorian brick row house.

“Where are we? I know we’re still in London, but it’s like
we’ve gone back in time.”

“This is Montagu Square. About ten years ago, a consortium
of builders, architects, historians, homeowners and others, came together and
worked out a plan to revamp the entire square. From landscape to the buildings,
they paid for the work themselves or found the financing for it.”

“How did they get everyone who owned property to go along
with it?”

“Most of the residents had voiced an interest at some point
during community meetings in increasing their properties value. There were a
few families that didn’t want to be involved and were offered fair buy-out
terms. One condition was that they were given a chance to change their mind
once their home was finished. Those who couldn’t fiscally afford to do anything
and yet still wanted to be a part of it were offered no-interest loans. There
were also a few homes owned by seniors and the group decided unanimously to
absorb the cost of refurnishing their homes for them.”

“What part did you play?”

“I was an owner.” He didn’t say anything more, but from what
she knew about him, figured he was most likely the initiator of the project, as
well as one of the financiers.

“Hmmm. Does this group take on any other projects?”

“A few here and there.”

Oh yes, this venture was most definitely right up his alley.
She looked around at the showcase neighborhood of historical conservation and
found it very inviting. A peaceful enclave located in the midst of a vibrant
city like this one, Grace knew the project had to of made the homes well sought
after. No doubt they’d immediately become a great investment for all the
participants. Another success chocked up for Hamish Buchanan.

All the exteriors were different, sympathetically renovated
with the entire square fronting a gated garden. For a house in the middle of
the city to have any green areas noted on their deed, much less a private
garden, added a great deal of value to the property. To her way of thinking,
this was definitely a piece of nirvana. She hoped he found the time to enjoy it
while he was here.

“Ready?”

Hamish held his hand out with a roguish smile. Without delay
or a second thought, she reached out for it and they walked up the front steps
together. He unlocked large mahogany and glass double doors that opened onto a
foyer. Once they were inside, he continued his seduction by taking her wrap and
hanging it on the coat tree while she placed her purse, keys and hat on the
entryway table.

Before she had a chance to take in her surroundings,
something infinitely more interesting caught her attention. Him.

Grace turned to face him and that was all it took to find
them body to body, mouth to mouth, locked in a passionate clinch.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her to him and
pressed his lips to hers. The kiss spoke of both their hungers and pushed her
closer to the edge. She was ready to let him take over completely. Her legs
felt weak with the excitement cascading through her. Letting her head fall
back, she tangled her tongue with his. A big hand came up to hold her still as
he pressed even deeper into her mouth. She’d already wanted him, now she was
desperate for his complete possession.

Before she could tell him she was his to do with her as he
would, a sharp knock on the door shook her. Startled, she jumped back and
looked at him for help. What she saw was how cool and unconcerned he was with
the unexpected interruption.

“It’s all right, lass. I arranged lunch for the two of us to
be delivered. I’m sure this is it.” He opened the door to a small group
standing on his front stoop.

“Mr. Buchanan, we’re from the Carnegie Club with your cold
lunch for two.”

“Perfect. Come through.”

She watched him take control of organizing their lunch,
looking calm and without a hint of the passionate clinch they’d just been
involved in. Grace shook her head in amazement when she discovered the man
she’d just shared the most sensuous kisses with had to be made of ice. This was
the second time in less than an hour he’d been able to cut off his desire like
a switch. There was no way she could do that, especially not with someone who
set her on fire with a mere glance.

Grace realized that his thoughtful gesture of arranging
lunch had helped calm her raging passion and offered them a chance to get to
know more about each other. Most likely he’d been arranging this while she’d
been putting herself back to rights after their interlude on the desk. Hamish
waved people through to a sitting room, looking sexy and commanding.

A half-dozen people came in and efficiently set the meal on
a table resting in front of the bay window. She stood off to the side, out of
everyone’s way and watched as Hamish lit a pile of wood in the fireplace. It
was an intimate space, perfect for them to talk and find their trust in each
other. The end goal was to be able to discover a place where they could both
enjoy a wicked game of sex.

Trust was usually a big deal for her and yet it hadn’t
entered the equation for this interlude. Her common sense had fled as well, but
none of this was enough to deter her from spending more time with this man. To
make matters worse, she had no intention of regretting a second of their time
together. Pure and simple, time spent with this man felt good, right. An
intense level of need came with Hamish, the type of desire that held everything
else at bay. She had no intention of walking away from it.

There was something between them that encouraged her to
lower the safety measures she usually presented a potential bedmate. From the
minute he’d asked for her forgiveness with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in
hand, with reminders of home in the arrangement and his voice, he had her in
whatever way he wanted.

Grace gave herself permission to let all her guards go for
the day. All she had to do was remember this didn’t mean she was easy or
stupid, just a lady who wanted a man. This man.

When they were finally alone, he led her to the table,
pulled out a chair for her and they sat to enjoy a meal together. She wasn’t
surprised at how quickly they fell into a comfortable conversation. It felt
right for them to get familiar with each other before they took it to the next
level. Picking up a piece of cheese, she marveled at how they were already
compatible in areas besides sex. She hadn’t been expecting this discovery and
was all the more intrigued by how well matched they were.

Then came the question that had her most pleased to hear and
it had nothing to do with sex. He asked about her business.

For more years than she cared to count, all her energy had
been funneled into her creations and getting them publicly recognized. During
most of this period she had no one she could talk to about the ups and downs or
even her fears of possessing so much responsibility. It felt good to speak with
someone who knew what she was experiencing. She didn’t ask for advice and he
didn’t offer it, but he did listen and ask questions, which meant more to her
than anything else he could of done.

“Are you going to open more stores?” Hamish spoke around the
ploughman’s lunch they nibbled on. The food was good, but she was definitely
more interested in him than anything else.

“I’m not sure. Right now I have three. Leeds is my most
recent opening and it’s on target to make back the original investment within
the next five years.”

“The hat business is always good. A proper British lady
wouldn’t show up for certain events without a new one to wear.”

“Yes, it is good, although there are other venues I dabble
in, so I’m not completely tied to retail.”

“Smart woman. Diversification is the way to go forward. What
else do you have your fingers in?” His compliment left her blushing. It was
gratifying to hear a man of his success confirm she was on the right track.

“Well, like you, the property market is one place I invest.”
She took a sip of her cold fizzy water, trying not to become lost in him so she
had a chance to maintain some semblance of intelligence. It was too easy to
become lost in his undivided attention.

“In what way?”

“I buy the buildings my shops are housed within. They are
all located in good, stable sections of prominent city centers. I also prefer
historical structures because they suit my product, as well as encourage a
higher property value with the work I carry out. They all were in a state of
disrepair and this allowed me to get a good price on them. I’ve had work done
on them all, which meant I’ve been able to keep them as close to the original
while being relevant for today’s market. I like the challenge of remolding the
gems into what works for me, without losing much of the original character. A
bit like you’ve done here.”

“You’re right. It’s very satisfying to have the final word
on how something that’s been around for ages will continue on for years to
come. Now tell me, where do you consider your main base.”

“Scotland. Edinburgh in specific.” Suddenly she was homesick
for the view she had from her studio’s window of Edinburgh Castle sitting
solidly on its rock.

“A beautiful city. What section do you live in?”

“My store with a workshop is in the center, on Rose Street,
behind Princes Street. All of my shops have a living space above them. This way
I don’t have to worry about finding a hotel when I’m working at any one of
them.”

“Good idea, but don’t you ever want time away from work?”

“That’s not been an issue since I started. I give Frivolity
everything.”

They shared a plate of delicious death-by-chocolate with a
healthy dollop of whipped cream on it. As she took a bite, Grace looked up and
found him watching her intently. There was something heated in how he looked at
her and thankfully it didn’t take long to hear what was on his mind.

“So tell me, Grace, what pleases you?” He took a finger of
the cream and held it out for her. It was a decadent and naughty move, but she
was so anxious for him to take her until she screamed. Leaning forward, she
held his hand still and cleaned the digit off with her mouth.

There was no need to blush because this was what she was
here for. They both were and they knew it. And still this didn’t stop her from
becoming heated by the images his question had dancing through her head. She
wanted what he’d given her a brief taste of earlier in her office. She wanted
all of it and more.

“That isn’t as easy to answer as you’d think.”

“Try.”

“Okay. I like being with you, hearing you talk about what
you want to do with me. The words, oh my, the words and pictures you create
with them are intoxicating. Then there’s the way you look at me, touch me. When
you had me on my desk, I felt like I was pure sex. It turned me on.”

“I have to say you did a pretty good job finding a way to
tell me what you like.” He leaned forward and spoke to her in a gruff whisper,
as if it was a strain to talk at all. “Do you still wish to submit your body
and desire to me? To grant me the chance to give you pleasure?”

“Yes, I do.” There was no hesitation in her words or in her
gaze as it met and held his. There was not a bit of doubt in her mind that this
was the correct answer. Being here with him felt right.

A long silence followed her emphatic, yet breathless, reply.
She was curious about what he’d say or do next.

“Strip for me, sweetheart. Take everything off your body. I
want nothing between us.”

This was what she wanted as well. Without thinking twice
about what she was doing, Grace placed her napkin on the table, stood and
stepped away from the table. There was one question on her mind. Should she be
seductive and slowly disrobe or strip as quickly as she could in order to have
him all the sooner? Just thinking about the latter had her body screaming for
no delays. Easy decision, she settled on the quickest solution.

Reaching back, she released the button and zipper holding
her skirt together. With a shimmy, she worked the fabric over her hips and down
until it dropped to the floor at her feet. Not wasting a moment, she unbuttoned
her blouse and, once it was off, draped it with her skirt over her chair.

In quick succession, the bra and thong panties came off,
leaving her in nothing except for stockings, shoes, earrings and bracelet.
Bending over, she worked on the buckle of one shoe, stepped out of it, tossed
it behind her, then moved on to its partner, leaving them both resting
haphazard with her underwear near the chair. This wasn’t how she usually
treated her things, but there was nothing normal about today.

Raw hunger filled his gaze as he followed her every move.
This thrilled her and she walked over to his chair to bring the temptation even
closer. Putting one foot on the seat between his legs, she slowly unrolled her
stocking and tossed it over her shoulder in the general direction of her
clothes. She repeated the same seductive motion to remove the other piece of
silk and sent it sailing blindly behind her.

Standing there in his front room, completely bare of clothes
in the middle of the day, she felt both free and sexy beneath his focused gaze.
She waited until his eyes met hers before she took off the earrings and
bracelet, placing them on the table. The fiery look was still there, and was
quickly joined by a delicious hint of wildness that caused her stomach to drop
and roll as if she were looking over the edge of a steep cliff.