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picked out a place for us
to live yet, so I did.”
    All I could was stare at him. Granted, I was
still in an extended stay hotel. There was simply to much too deal
with at Radcliffe Software to worry about looking for a permanent
residence. But he couldn’t possibly be serious about me living with
him.
    He dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a
jangling metal ring. “Here’s your keys.”
    I eyed the bright steel he held out. “My keys
to what?”
    “Our new condo.” He shrugged. “It’s only a
little three-bedroom with a study you can use for work. I’ve been
considering some place closer to my office now that the kids are in
college. This unit is halfway between Radcliffe and the law
firm.”
    “Is this seriously how you are asking me to
move in with you?”
    The wicked glint was back in his pale eyes.
“You run things on company time. I run things on personal
time.”
    “Don’t you think this is just a little too
fast?” A little shiver ran up my spine. Not fear. Well, not true
fear anyway. More like, would I ever be able to walk again concern because we would be screwing constantly.
    His mouth pursed as if he were suppressing a
smile. “I seem to recall fucking your brains out on our first
date.”
    “That wasn’t a date,” I shot back. “That was
weather-related travel delays.” I took the keys that dangled from
his index finger and dropped them in my purse’s side pocket.
    The elevator doors slid open. We stepped
inside, the doors closed, but Ian leaned over and jabbed the
emergency stop button. He set his case on the floor. “So what
you’re saying is you want to be asked?”
    He pressed me against the elevator wall, the
firm length of his erection stating what we both really wanted. And
there wasn’t a security camera in this elevator.
    “Yes.” I wasn’t backing down on this issue,
no matter how he tried to tempt me.
    “Lacy,” he whispered as his hands slipped
under the hem of my skirt and he hiked it to my waist once again.
“Would you please move in with me?”
    I dropped my purse and files, then reached
for his fly. My passage already tingled at the thought of him
inside me. “Yes.”
    He breathed what could have been a sigh of
relief before he palmed my ass and lifted me. My arms and legs
automatically wrapped around him. He impaled my pussy with his cock
and fucked me senseless to seal our deal.
     

Additional Books by Onné
Andrews
     
    Secret Series
    Tied By Lust
    Bound By Desire
    Taken By Passion
    Enslaved By Love
     
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    Four of a Kind
    The Cherry on Top (Coming Soon)
     
    Dirty Dozen: Twelve Unrelated
Tales to Stir the Libido
    Eat Me
    To Punish and Service
    Take Me
     
    Horny Holidays Series
    Santa’s Gift
    Cupid’s Arrow (Coming Soon)
     
    Educating Lisa
    The Professor’s Wife (Coming soon)
     
     
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Chapter One
     
    I watched Professor Turner scribble the dates
on the chalkboard. Except I wasn’t so interested in the length of
the reigns of Egypt’s Eighteenth Dynasty pharaohs as I was the play
of his shoulders underneath his tweed jacket. He stuck to the prim
and proper attire of any college professor during the day, but one
night, I’d caught a glimpse of him in the university’s
Olympic-sized pool.
    Let’s just say he was in excellent shape for a
forty-something American male. Better shape than my ex who played
football. Professor Turner’s Speedos gave an excellent testimonial
as to his endowments. From then on, I found a reason to be at the
indoor pool in the evenings and peek.
    When I returned to my dorm