"Hey, do you have a minute?"

I look up from a heavy oak cabinet I'm examining with a magnifying glass and smile at Lucas. "For you, always. What do you want?"

He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. I place my hands on the small of my back, stand on my toes, and arch my back, trying to work out some of the stiffness that's the result of spending several hours sitting on a hard floor while I carefully look over one piece of antique furniture.

The movement causes the thin tank-top I'm wearing to pull tight across my breasts. Lucas's eyes darken appreciatively. He continues to stare at my breasts as he reaches out and slams my office door shut.

"I came here with the intention of asking you to join me for lunch. We haven't spent much time together lately, but I've changed my mind. I have a much better idea."

That's all the warning I get before his mouth covers mine in a kiss that rattles my tonsils as it raises my blood pressure.

His big hands fumble between us, first unbuckling his dress slacks and then my work jeans. His fingers brush the soft skin of my lower belly. Shivers race up and down my skin.

I shove my jeans down my legs while he digs a condom out of his pocket and covers himself.

We're ready.

He buries his face in the space created where my neck and shoulder meet and he licks and chews at my tender flesh, igniting a fire that's now familiar, but still exciting.

I brace my hands on his shoulders and wrap my legs around his narrow hips.

He braces my shoulders against a wall, reaches between us to give my clit a good solid stroke that makes me moan while white-hot shafts of pleasure streak through my body.

“Fuck me, now,” I hiss into his ear. Part of me wonders what happened to the good little girl I was just a couple of weeks ago. But that part of me is squished in an instant.

Lucas doesn’t need to be told twice. His hips jerk in response to my command and his shaft drives into me with such force, my ass slams into the wall.

Even as the twin flames of passion and need turn into a raging inferno, a sense of peace and general well-being sweeps over me. Now that I’ve met Lucas and he’s taught me all about passion, the only time I really feel complete and at ease is when he’s right here with me. In me.

The rest of the time it feels like a huge part of me has been missing.

I don’t know how I ever survived before he came into my life – or what I’m going to do when our time runs out.

Someone knocks on the door. “Alexis,” Shelly calls out. “Are you in there?”

Shit!

I don’t want to get caught. That’s the only thought in my mind. The fact that Lucas and I aren’t technically doing anything wrong is irrelevant. After all, not only are we consenting adults, but we’re also married.

Still, it feels … not wrong exactly, but … I guess the better word is inappropriate. Maybe with a little irresponsible thrown in.

I need to get dressed. Maybe then I can convince her that her brother and I weren’t in the middle of … anything at all.

I unlock my ankles, letting them slide down Lucas’s legs and push against his shoulders.

He pushes back, pinning me even more firmly against the wall. The expression in his eyes reminds me of what he said in the first fencing lesson he gave me, “always be on the offensive.”

Apparently, he’s decided that they apply for sex as well as for fencing.

Keeping his torso pressed tightly against mine, he wedges a hand between us, his fingers finding my clit and slowly rolling it. My head falls back and my eye lids flutter closed. Lucas takes my mouth with his, swallowing my moan.

“Alexis,” Shelly calls out again. She reaches out and rattles the door knob.

“Strange,” I hear her say to herself, “I could have sworn I heard you talking in there a few minutes ago.”

If it were anyone else, my silence and the locked door would convince them that I wasn’t in the office and they’d go away. But this is Shelly. The one thing I’ve learned about her is that she’s nothing if not persistent. I wouldn’t put it past her to find a fire axe and cut through the door just to find out what’s going on.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth free of Lucas’s.

“Yeah, Shelly, what is it?” Forming words with Lucas rocking his hips and driving himself deep into my pussy until the tip of his engorged cock nearly penetrating my womb. At least that’s what it feels like.

There’s a pause. “Alexis, are you okay?”

Reaches up and rolls one of my nipples between his thumb and forefingers and my eyes cross. “Yeah, Shelly,” I swallow a moan, “I just … um stubbed … my toe.”

“Ouch,” Shelly doesn’t sound convinced. “Do you know your door is locked?”

Thank God, I think, I think as Lucas grabs my ass and adjusts my position.

“Strange. I’d open it but,” I struggle to remember the excuse I’d given.

“Stubbed your toe,” Lucas says. It’s not fair. He sounds calm and in control while I’m quickly flying to bits.

“Oh yeah. I stubbed my toe.”

“Right,” Shelly draws the word out. “That’s fine. You don’t have to open the door if you don’t want to. I just wanted to let you know that Tessa says that some things have come up missing and she’s not sure what to do about it.”

Lucas’s touches my clit, sending pleasure zinging through my body. My teeth sink into his shoulder, biting down hard until the urge to scream passes.

“Tell her,” Lucas’s body stiffens, he’s reached the point of release. My pussy quivers in response. I brace myself for the coming explosion. “I’ll be … there … as soon as I … finish taking care of my toe.”

I don’t wait for her response. Instead I turn my attention to Lucas and lose myself in the tidal wave of wanton sensation.