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Seth made a
hissing noise that caused a throb of pleasure in Erin’s already wet arousal.

She started
sucking him steadily, working him over with both her hands and her mouth. But,
enthralled by the hissing noise he’d made, she focused her eyes back up on his
face.

He hissed again
as she watched, and she heard herself moan helplessly, low in her throat, at
the sight of him. His face was contorted in pleasure and concentration, and he
was baring his teeth, sucking in air with a wet, breathless sound as he visibly
suppressed his need to thrust up into her mouth.

“Yes,” he
rasped thickly, clenching the fingers of one hand around the armrest and moving
the other to the back of her head. He tangled his fingers through her hair,
curving them around the line of her skull. Pressed her head toward him gently,
guiding her motion with a series of little pushes.

It actually
helped her, so she could more clearly find the rhythm he needed. Following his
lead, she accelerated the speed of her sucking and the pumping of her hand.

“Fuck,” he
gritted out, his whole body beginning to coil up. He moved his head restlessly
and started to buck his pelvis up very slightly, as if he could no longer
completely hold himself back.

Erin had to
concentrate on her coordination, but even so she was almost swept away by the
pure, visceral power of his reactions to her. It felt like his whole body was
throbbing, like the pulsing pressure in his cock was mirrored in the tightening
of his fingers on her scalp, in the jerking of his hips, in the spasming of the
muscles she could see in his jaw and his temple.

Someone laughed
outside the office, not very far from the door, reminding Erin exactly where
they were.

Seth felt out
of control, like he was on the verge of implosion. She moved one of her hands
and grabbed his hip to get some sort of stability as she felt his cock starting
to reach the back of her throat.

“Erin,” Seth
gasped, sucking in another gulp of air through his clenched teeth. His hand
fisted in her hair, and his back arched involuntarily against the chair.

Watching him
with hot, ravenous eyes as she continued to work him over, Erin wondered if it
was possible for her to come just from this. The pressure in her pussy was
swelling up unbearably. And, if she hadn’t needed to focus so much on what she
was doing, she would have brought a hand down between her legs to rub herself
off.

But she didn’t.
Instead, she intensified her ministrations until Seth’s knuckles whitened on
the armrest of the chair. He was making an erratic series of half-pants,
half-grunts, and he sounded primal, inexpressibly hot.

His face was so
twisted now he appeared to be in agony, and a sheen of sweat had broken out on
his face.

For a moment, Erin
wasn’t sure what to do to push him over the edge. The tension in his body grew
tighter and tighter, but couldn’t seem to find its release.

Then she moved
her hand from his hip to his leg. Slid it up to the sensitive skin of his inner
thigh.

Dug her
fingernails hard into his flesh as she hollowed out her cheeks one last time.

Seth came. Released
all the pressure in his body in hot waves of spasming energy. He let out an
involuntary roar of pleasure that he stifled as best he could. His eyes were
opened the whole time—staring down at her—and she saw them blaze with a kind of
primitive satisfaction.

His cock
throbbed with his climax, and he came into her mouth in short spurts which she
swallowed instinctively, trying not to make a face as she did so.

She choked a
little as she swallowed the last time, causing her to release his cock from her
mouth abruptly so she could cough a couple of times.

Unfortunately
ending with a bit of a flop what would have otherwise been a very good blow
job.

She sank onto
her knees, clearing her throat and pushing her hair back behind her ears.

Seth had
collapsed back in his chair, slouched and limp as he gasped and tried to
recover himself. “Okay?” he asked hoarsely.

 “Yeah. Good. You?”
She looked up at him, immediately getting over her small failure as she was
washed with a pleased, proud possessiveness at the sight of his sated face and
sprawled body.

Seth managed to
cock an eyebrow. “A little more than good.”

She grinned up
at him, and he grinned down at her. And Erin felt hot, and aroused, and kind of
stupid on the floor of his office. But happy nonetheless.

Finally, she
managed to heave herself up to her feet. Glanced at her watch. “Six minutes
until the meeting,” she remarked, shifting uncomfortably because of the wet
pulsing between her thighs.

Seth had been
fastening his pants and belt, but at her words he reached an arm out for her. “Maybe
that will give me time to take care of you too.”

Erin eluded his
grasp. “Huh uh. Not today. You don’t have time, and you probably should take a
minute or two to regroup.”

Seth frowned at
her. “But what about you? You’re turned on. I can tell.”

Brushing a few
strands of hair off of her flushed cheeks, Erin admitted, “Yes. I am. But I’m a
big girl. It won’t kill me. And this was supposed to be for
you
.”

He was still
frowning as he stood up. Looked like he was about to object again.

So Erin added,
“You can do me later. Maybe tonight, if we get the chance.”

“Don’t think
I’m going to forget.” He gave her a sudden half-smile. “Thanks, by the way.”

Erin beamed at
him. “You’re welcome.” Eying him fondly, she took in his rumpled state—flushed
cheeks, half-untucked shirt, wrinkled pants, and slightly askew tie. Chuckling,
she reached over and started to push his shirttail back into his trousers. “You’re
a mess. Disgraceful. Opposing counsel will be horribly shocked.”

Seth didn’t
appear to appreciate her trying to tidy him up, but together they managed to
pull his appearance back together—so that he only looked a little less slick
than usual, a little more relaxed, and a little bit warmer.

Patting him on
the chest as Seth buttoned his suit jacket again, Erin said, “I better get
going. My lunch break has lasted way too long. You remember Mackenzie and I are
having dinner with my dad this evening?”

“Yes. I have to
work through dinner anyway. I’ll try to stop by just before you put Mackenzie
to bed though, if that’s all right.”

“Sounds good.” Erin
looked back at the pile of work on Seth’s desk. “Except you shouldn’t work
through dinner. Did you eat lunch?”

Seth shook his
head. “I didn’t think about it.”

“That’s crazy. You
have to eat something. Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have wasted your time
just now if you should have been eat—”

“Erin,” Seth interrupted
curtly. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I miss lunch all the
time.”

She scowled at
him. “And I suppose it’s all right for you to miss dinner too? To go a whole
day without eating?”

Seth was
glaring at her coldly, but she ignored it—trying to think through the best
solution to this problem. She glanced at the closed door of the office. “If I
tell your assistant to order you something to eat, will you eat it after you
get done with your meeting?”

“Erin,” Seth
said in frustration. “I told you—”

“Will you eat
it?”

He still looked
a little grumpy. “I’ll try to get to it. Now, I’m going to be late—”

Crossing her
arms on her chest, Erin blocked the doorway. “Promise me.”

For a moment, Seth
looked like he was going to argue some more. Then he obviously decided it
wasn’t worth the trouble. “Fine. I promise I’ll eat it. Now will you go?’

Erin smiled at
him agreeably. “Yep. I’m late too. Do you want a sandwich or—”

“Erin!” Seth
roared.

Laughing in a
rush of affection, Erin reached up and stroked his cheek tenderly. Kissed his
annoyed face. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Seth’s
impatience subsided quickly. “You too. Have a good afternoon.” He gave her a
quick kiss on the lips and opened the office door to let her out.

Erin headed
immediately for his assistant’s desk and gave the woman an order for Seth’s
lunch from the bistro in the building next door.

As she walked
toward the elevator, Erin realized she was still rather aroused. It was a
little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the main issue on her mind.

She’d been
right.

Her
relationship with Seth wasn’t anything like the one she’d had with Marcus.

***

Her father left after seven
o’clock, after having dinner with them, and Erin gave Mackenzie a bath in
preparation for bed. She put the baby in a bright red sleeper with hearts on
the collar, so Seth would be satisfied in her being dressed in little
girls
’
pajamas.

Then Erin sat
in the nursery rocker, nursed Mackenzie, and read her a baby book out loud.

When she
finished, it was just about Mackenzie’s bedtime, but Seth hadn’t arrived yet. Glancing
at the clock, Erin decided she could wait a few more minutes before putting her
daughter to bed. Mackenzie was starting to get a little tired, but she wasn’t
too crabby yet.

And Erin was
sure Seth wanted to say goodnight to her.

Grabbing Mackenzie’s
soft blanket and one of her stuffed bunnies—the collection now boasted more
than twenty bunnies and was getting bigger each month—Erin took the baby to the
living room and set her down on the floor.

They played
peek-a-boo for a few minutes with the blanket, which always made Mackenzie
giggle. Then Erin set the bunny a small distance away, making her practice
half-crawling, half-creeping on her belly in order to reach it.

Soon, she heard
a knock on the door. “It’s me,” Seth called out from the hall.

“Come on in,” Erin
called back, watching as Mackenzie squealed in delight as she finally reached
her stuffed bunny.

Seth had a key
to her apartment by now, so he let himself in. Stood watching as Erin once more
set the bunny a short distance from their daughter and Mackenzie responded by
clumsily scooting herself over in order to get it.

Smiling up at him,
Erin said, “Hey. You got here just in time. It’s just about her bedtime.”

Seth nodded and
lowered himself until he was sitting on a low ottoman near them. “Hi, Mackenzie.
Has your mommy been teasing you with your rabbit?” Then he added, “She’s
starting to move better on her own.” Although his last remark had been aimed at
Erin, he was still focusing down on the chubby little figure—wearing red, with
red hair and red cheeks—who now stared up at him.

Erin felt a
ridiculous surge of pride. “I know. We’ve been practicing.”

Smiling almost
fondly, Seth murmured, “I can see that.”

She felt
flooded with warm, fluttery sensations—and she wasn’t exactly sure if it was
caused by Seth’s affectionate gaze or by her daughter’s obvious brilliance.

Feeling kind of
embarrassed at her sappy, maternal feelings, Erin looked up at him. “How was
work?”

“It was fine.”

“Did you eat
any dinner?” she asked, thinking he looked a little tired today. He was as
slick and handsome as normal, but his eyes looked a little fuzzy. “Stella made
some—”

Before she
could finish, Seth’s phone rang. Scowling, she watched as he pulled it out of
his jacket pocket and glanced at the screen.

She could tell
from his expression that he was going to take the call.

“Don’t be
long,” she told him as he gave her an explanatory look, “or I’ll put her to bed
without you.”

He nodded and connected
the call. Bit out, “Thomas,” as he paced into the hallway. When she heard a
door shut, she assumed he’d closed himself in her bedroom where he could have
some privacy.

Erin sighed,
her fond flutters entirely dissipated. “Your daddy will be right back,” she
told Mackenzie. “He still has some work to do.”

Mackenzie was
sitting on the floor and leaning on her bunny, her little hands squeezing
around the soft material. She babbled out a few incoherent sounds, as if she
were talking to the stuffed animal.

To kill time, Erin
played some more peek-a-boo, but she could see Mackenzie gradually getting more
and more tired.

After more than
five minutes, Mackenzie’s mouth gaped in a huge yawn.

“I know it’s
bedtime, but we have to wait for your daddy. He'll want to say goodnight.”

Mackenzie
looked up at Erin’s face with wide blue eyes.

Erin nodded and
felt the ridiculous urge to give her daughter a huge squeeze. Instead of doing
so, she said again, “We have to wait for your daddy.”

Mackenzie
blinked at her.

“Your
daddy
,”
Erin repeated, having gotten in the habit of repeating certain words over and
over again.

“Da,” Mackenzie
mumbled.

Erin felt like
she’d been kicked in the gut. In a good way.

In a
very
good way.

After a stunned
moment, she burst into a huge grin. “That’s right,” she exclaimed, her voice
pitched exuberantly as she realized what her daughter had just almost said. “Your
daddy. Daddy!”

“Da,” Mackenzie
said again, smiling vaguely in response to Erin’s obvious excitement.

“That’s right,”
Erin said again, unable to stop grinning. “Good job, pumpkin. Your daddy. Daddy!”
She clapped her hands together softly to emphasize her enthusiasm.

Mackenzie was
obviously infected with Erin’s high spirits. She clenched and unclenched her
fists and started to giggle, breaking her giggles with a repetition of “Da! Da!
Da!” Then she got too ecstatic and started gibbering, “Ga ba ny hee ga!”

“Daddy,” Erin
prompted, crouched down so low she was practically on her stomach. “Daddy.”

“Da!”

“Seth!” Erin
called, almost in tears of excitement and wishing fervently that he was here too.
Clapping her hands lightly again, she said distinctly, “Daddy. Daddy.”