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  "Is something wrong? Why are you here? How did you get here? Are you all right, honey?"

  Phaedra smiled. She knew it was silly, but she found his outlandish concern endearing. Before she could answer Rand, he turned and started in on Mark.

  "Why are you here? I've been calling your office… How did you know Phaedra was here?"

  Luckily, Mark was keeping a level head. "I was in my office, until Mrs. Singer," he paused gesturing to Rand's assistant, "called me, wondering what to do about a visitor for you. A female visitor, no less."

  A slight flush stained Rand's neck as he nodded and walked over to his assistant's desk. "Mrs. Singer, this is Phaedra Astor, and any time she comes to the office, or calls, have her come straight into my office, or put her call through to me. I'm sorry I didn't mention this sooner."

  Phaedra had come over to stand next to him. "I don't think he thought I'd just show up, out of the blue." She leaned forward and offered her hand in greeting to the gray-haired woman. She shrugged and smiled at Sara Singer. "But we all know how men can be…"

  Rand took offense, jestingly. "Hey!"

  Mark patted his shoulder. "Forget it, buddy. Women have us all beat. I think they have some kind of secret society going on."

  Phaedra and Sara both laughed. A few moments later, Rand escorted Phaedra into his very large office. Phaedra walked over and gazed out the large bank of windows. She whistled impressively at the view they afforded. Rand though didn't wait and crossed to her immediately. His hands on her shoulders turned her to face him.

  "Are you all right? Why did you come here?"

  Phaedra felt that funny feeling she kept getting whenever she was around Rand and he acted the caring lover. "I'm fine, but I've come to find out what you have been planning behind my back."

  Rand looked surprised. But Phaedra shook her head. "I had a nice long chat with my friend, Marcia. All she'd tell me is that you have been asking her all kinds of questions about the unit, and administration. What are you up to?"

  Rand gave her an innocent look. "Why do I have to be up to anything? By the way, sweetheart, have you had lunch? I was thinking of ordering in, but we could run out for lunch if you like."

  Phaedra squinted at her lover. He was so damned attractive, especially when he used that innocent, little boy look that just screamed out unjustly to the accuser-Who me? She shook her head.

  "That won't work. Just tell me what you're doing."

  Rand took her hand and led her over to the large sofa. He sat next her, turning towards her with his arm propped along the back. "You don't think that I could have been just interested in your work, and wanted to learn more about it."

  Phaedra shook her head. "No, I believe that you are interested. I just am sure there is more to this than meets the eye."

  "Hmm. You have no idea how many times I've imagined you on this sofa. The only difference is that in my fantasy, you have on that pretty red teddy I bought you."

  Phaedra held back her grin. "The teddy and what else?"

  Rand smiled, shaking his negatively. "Unless you count red high heels."

  "Oh, my! Did I come here wearing only that, or you managed to get me to this point?"

  "In my fantasy, you showed up wearing a black trench coat."

  Phaedra choked back her laugh. "You do have a vivid imagination, Rand. Are you trying to distract me from my purpose?"

  Rand grinned and leaned forward to kiss the side of her neck. "Yeah, how am I doing?" His fingers had stopped toying with the buttons on her shirt and unfastened the first four. He pulled the fabric edges apart, and looked down the opening. What he saw made him jerk slightly in surprise. He had seen the edge of red lace, and quickly unbuttoned the last few buttons, pulling her shirt free from her skirt. Sliding both sides back, Rand grinned as he saw that Phaedra was indeed wearing the red teddy that he had purchased.

  "I didn't see you put that on this morning."

  Phaedra smiled. "I know. I've been carrying it in that extra bag I use. I changed before I came over here." She paused, looking guilty. "I admit it, and I'll probably be condemned by my feminist sisters, but I was not above a little seduction to find out what I wanted to know."

  Rand laughed. He slid his hand inside the part edges of the shirt and cupped her farthest breast. "You don't have to dress to seduce me. Just having you in the same room, gets me hotter, hornier and harder than any other woman I've ever known." He tugged downward on the lace until the one breast popped free. "Red lace and silk is merely icing on my cake."

  Phaedra responded to Rand's press of his body, and shifted to lie flat on the sofa. She was so aroused from his teasing that she had been feeling the wetness between her thighs for the last few minutes. She lifted her bottom as Rand's hands pushed her skirt up to her waist. His groan of arousal when he saw that she wasn't wearing any stockings or pantyhose only heightened her own senses. In the silence of the room, she heard the slide of his zipper. A moment later, his fingers were dancing over the wet crotch of her teddy. Phaedra knew he was surprised by the pause in his touch. She was glad that she wasn't the only one in this relationship that was still being surprised by the other.

  Phaedra kissed the side of his neck. "What if someone walks in? How would that look?"

  Rand lifted his mouth from her breast. "No one would dare open that door, without calling first."

  Phaedra started to reply, but stopped abruptly as she felt his fingers tugging the three small snaps apart. In the quiet room, everything they did seem more sexual and illicit. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling to lift his gaze to meet hers. "Surely someone might possibly walk through that door…"

  Rand paused and she could see him thinking. She felt the change in him instantly as he thought of someone. His face changed and he felt like a kid who might be caught doing it on his parents' sofa. He grinned at Phaedra, guessing what she'd been doing. He wiggled his finger on Phaedra's clit, stroking her wet lips. The jerking of her hips was his signal, and Rand thrust forward into her heat.

  "Yeah, my dad could walk in. He'd be the only person who could just walk in." He groaned as he pulled back slowly. Watching Phaedra's face, he waited to see what she would say or do next. She didn't disappoint him.

  "So it's like we're 'doing it' on the family sofa, late at night, your folks asleep upstairs. We both know that if we make too much noise, your dad will come down to investigate." Phaedra grinned. "We're just two naughty kids fooling around on the couch, huh?"

  Rand groaned as her legs encircled his hips, keeping him close. "God, honey, I want you!"

  Phaedra tilted her hips, easing up and down, sliding along his hard cock. "If we get caught…" she caught her breath.

  Rand smiled, getting into the pretense. "We'd be grounded for sure."

  Phaedra whispered, feeling her climax getting close. "So long as we got grounded in your bedroom…"

  Rand flexed and moved in just the right way and Phaedra gasped. Her body quivered and shook as her orgasm literally took her breath away. Later, she told herself, she'd wonder why it got her even hotter to play the little game with Rand. For right now, she held him close and savored the after shock of sweet pulsations coursing through her. Rand stiffened above her and then began short, quick thrusts into her body as his cum shot forth into her body. Out of breath, he lowered himself to rest half on her body, not willing to part from her just yet.

  "I'll never be able to look at this sofa in the same way again." Rand kissed Phaedra's parted lips, which were still gasping for oxygen. "You have surpassed my fantasy, honey."

  Reluctantly, he parted from her, standing by the leather sofa. Phaedra didn't move right away and it was the most amazingly erotic sight to see her with one tit bared and skirt shoved above her hips. One leg was resting high along the back of the sofa and Rand could see his sperm beginning to seep out of her body. "Don't move," he told her quickly, and walked over to grab some tissues off his desk.

  Phaedra watched as Rand, seeing that he had al
ready righted his clothing and now looked ready for a board meeting, crossed back over and kneeled next to the sofa. He gently used the tissues to wipe between her tender and still swollen lips and upper thighs. She looked up and saw that he was watching her face.

  "How am I supposed to work the rest of the day with this damned sofa reminding me of what I'm missing?"

  "No way to take off early?"

  Rand shook his head regretfully. "No, damn it! We have a big meeting this afternoon and I can't shove it all off on Mark."

  Phaedra lifted her hand and caressed the side of his face. Her thumb moved back and forth across his lower lip. She finally let her arm fall above her head, to the sofa. Rand's gaze moved down to her naked breast, which was jiggling from the movement. Her nipple was still hard, taut and very distended. Rand couldn't resist and lowered his mouth to cover the puckered skin. He suckled her flesh, feeling her hips move as his one hand still rested between her thighs.

  After a few moments, he lifted his head. Dropping the tissues to the carpet, his hand came up to cup the breast. His other hand was tangled in her hair as he watched her. "Have I told you that you have the most magnificent bosom I've ever seen?"

  Phaedra giggled at his use of the word bosoms. She shook her head and at the surprised look on his face she spoke. "I think I heard you mention something about 'great tits' once…"

  Rand growled at her playfulness. "They are great tits, magnificent breasts, fantastic jugs! And your nipples drive me crazy! They seem to be poking out your tops all the time, reminding me how nice it is to suck them and roll my tongue around each bud. When I suck them long enough, I bet they are more than half an inch long. I love playing with your pretty tits. I like to rest my head on your pretty plump pillows, flicking my tongue out to catch a nipple.

  I want to take you to Victoria's Secret and buy you all kinds of sexy lingerie to wear. That way I can see that you put on pink frilly bra in the morning with the high cut panties, and I can spend the day sitting at my desk imagining the way the pink silk is cupping and holding your breasts when I can't."

  Phaedra was so turned on by his words, but she knew she had to go. "Promise you'll tell me what's going on with you at the hospital when you get home?"

  Rand nodded his head. He leaned down and kissed the quivering nipple and then pulled the red silk cup bra back up. "Ruin my fun," he jested. He ignored Phaedra's blush and gasp of surprise as he snapped together the crotch of her teddy. Rand then helped Phaedra to her feet. While she buttoned and tucked her blouse back in, he grabbed her shoes. Passing them to her, he went to his desk and used the phone to call Fernando. "I'll make sure the meeting ends early and I'll be home by six. Maybe we could talk Carlita into making us something we could eat on television trays."

  Phaedra frowned as she slipped her feet into her shoes. "There's something you want to see on television?"

  Rand came back to her and threaded his arm with hers. "No. I want to eat in the bedroom…"

  Phaedra grinned and felt emboldened by their lovemaking on the sofa and their playful banter. "I'll talk to Carlita." She stopped him at the double doors. "I can make it downstairs by myself. You just get all your work done so you can get home early." She kissed him lightly and was gone.

  Chapter 6

  Idyllic times like those confused Phaedra more than they reassured her. She kept telling herself that all of this was just temporary. They had nothing to base a real relationship on, and therefore, they truly had no real future together. More and more, when Phaedra was sitting quietly, by herself, she felt a sadness wash over her. It was becoming more difficult to keep her tears at bay. And if she stopped to think about the future, when her life once again returned to normal, she often just started crying.

  The last two times she had done this, Rand had come upon her unexpectedly. He had tried soothing her, and when that didn't work, he'd tried demanding that she tell him what was wrong. But Phaedra refused to tell him the real reason she was crying, and always put it down to either monthly PMS or another time about a child she had met at the hospital. But when Rand had wanted her to talk to him about the child, she had said it was too painful, not wanting to add to her lies. She did admonish herself later, and actually got pissed that she had not been able to come up with a better excuse!

  When she got really down, she'd remind herself of the sweet times they'd had together. Phaedra didn't think she'd ever forget the Saturday afternoon Rand took her to Victoria's Secret. He had gone into the dressing room with her; mainly because he didn't want any of the nosy teenaged boys he'd seen lingering about to see her. Rand would go out and find two or three new sets for her try, insisting on the matching ones only. They had been laughing and giggling in the dressing room for nearly an hour and the pile of things Rand was insisting on buying was getting to be ridiculous.

  One of the sales clerks had come to see if they needed any help. Rand had grabbed all the things he wanted and handed them to the startled woman. He also asked her about something, and then looked back at Phaedra and told her he'd be right back. At the last second he turned around and reminded her not get dressed just yet. When Rand returned, Phaedra had restored order to the items they weren't taking. Rand passed those to the woman who'd followed him back, with some things in her arms. They exchanged bundles, and Rand proceeded to show Phaedra the sexiest lingerie she'd ever seen. Rand told her that they had a separate area, where no teens could get into.

  By the time they left thirty minutes later, Phaedra had more lingerie than she could ever use. And quite a few pieces were the kind you wouldn't want to be seen in other than a lover, or the staff in the emergency following an accident!

  That night Phaedra put on the black merry widow corselet, complete with stockings and lacy garter belt. Since Fernando and Carlita had the night off, she came down to dinner dressed like that. Rand had volunteered to heat up their dinner and get it on the table while she put her purchases away.

  "Oh my God!"

  Phaedra smiled at hearing Rand's surprised exclamation when he first saw her. She was seated on the table, not at it. His eyes almost popped out as he saw that Phaedra had adjusted the top, reaching in to shift her breasts. Seated atop the table, her legs were crossed and her nipples naked and pointing at him.

  "I must have died and gone to heaven," he whispered to her softly. He moved further into the dining room, and set the salad off to the side.

  "Take a seat, sir, and I'll serve you your dinner."

  Rand felt his legs shaking as he walked over and took the chair directly in front of her. His eyes dropped when she uncrossed her legs, so he could scoot his chair closer to the table, and therefore right between her widespread thighs. Glancing up from the temptation in front of him, he found Phaedra was holding out a lettuce leaf, with just a touch of salad dressing upon it. Rand leaned forward to take it from her fingers, when she surprised Rand and herself, by laying the lettuce leaf on her exposed right nipple.

  Phaedra held her breath as she waited to see if Rand would follow her unspoken request. A second later, Rand's mouth captured the lettuce and managed to give one gentle suck on her nipple before he pulled away. Phaedra's soft groan of arousal caused him to smile.

  "Maybe we should try and finish dinner a little more conventionally…"

  Phaedra smiled and nodded. "All right. But I don't want any arguments over what we have for dessert."

  Rand's carefree grin and laugh caused her heart to skip a beat. Her legs were weak and quivering as she slid from the table, already feeling the wetness at the top of her thighs and along her smooth lips. As she took her seat, she realized that every day she spent with Rand, another part of her heart became his, even if he was unaware of it, and perhaps didn't even want it.

  As he thrust in and out of her sweet body less than an hour later, with the dishes shoved out of the way, Rand noticed how pale her skin looked against the dark wood of the dining room table. Her hair was spilled across the dark wood, and her nipples were still poking up at hi
m from the half-cups of the merry widow. Rand did manage to ask her a question though.

  "This didn't look like that when you tried it on this afternoon!"

  Phaedra grinned. "I know. I just lifted these big tits you seem so fascinated with until my nipples were showing." She groaned as he thrust more deeply. "You were doing so well, staying in control. I thought for sure we'd make it to dessert."

  Rand shook his head. "It was when you decided to put butter on my roll before you passed it to me. I'd never seen a roll buttered like that before!"

  Phaedra giggled. "Which reminds me, you didn't even take a bite of your roll!"

  Rand nodded, laughing back at her. "It was the leftover butter on your nipple that got to me. If you'd removed it all…"

  Phaedra made a sound like she understood. "Ahh… Oooohhh!"

  Rand started thrusting faster and deeper into her eager cunt. He felt her contractions start the instant after Phaedra cried out. He couldn't hold back any longer and jerked quickly and shallowly, emptying his hot creamy cum into her body. As he lowered his head to suckle the previously buttered nipple, he felt Phaedra's body still contracting and sucking his cock inside. He couldn't stop the thoughts of impregnating Phaedra that seemed to be dominating his thoughts more and more lately. He lifted his head when he felt her fingers threading through his sweat-dampened hair.

  "What?" She asked when she saw Rand watching her.

  "I've never done this in my dining room before. I think you're corrupting me."

  Phaedra snorted unladylike. "Me!"

  "Yes you, my sweet lady. It was you who bared your breasts to me when I was nearly faint from hunger." He ignored Phaedra's snort again. "I'll have you know that before you I was strictly a 'bedroom only' kind of guy."

  Phaedra looked at Rand, and seemed to be considering his words seriously. "Then I guess you wouldn't be interested in what I was thinking about doing in the kitchen with dessert, huh?"