Excerpt from "Wired"

The building was mostly dark when I drove into the parking lot. A motion sensor switched on an overhead light as I approached the door. I punched in my security code. A buzz, a click and I was in the lobby. The guard's desk was unoccupied. The click of my heels echoed through the dim, empty corridors.

I slipped through the fire doors that led to my group's space. The glassed-in server room was lit, plus the ceiling fluorescents above Krishna's office. The floor was carpeted in this area; I moved without a sound.

Krishna sat with back to me, focused on his screen. From where I stood, outside his cubicle, I couldn't see what he was gazing at so intently. But I could guess.

"Krishna," I murmured.

He swiveled around, simultaneously flicking the off switch on his monitor. I could the tell that the move was well-practiced. "Liz! What are you doing here?" He backed the chair towards the desk as I entered, trying to put more distance between us.

"I came to visit you. I thought you might be lonely." I took another step forward. He had nowhere to go. An embarrassed grin stretched his lush lips.

His shirt was open to the middle button. A gold chain nestled in the black curls on his breast. He was breathing hard; the rise and fall of his chest made the necklace glitter. I dropped my gaze to his lap. As I expected, I found a significant bulge.

"Um - no - I'm fine - just making sure the backups are all right. I was going to leave in a few minutes..."

I brushed a fingertip across the lump in his groin. He shivered. His nervous smile evaporated. "Don't go yet," I crooned. "I just got here."

I had changed out of my work clothes.. I now wore a tight purple jersey with a V neck that flattered my modest breasts and a short denim skirt. I trailed a finger down my throat to my cleavage. Krishna's eyes followed in fascination. I retraced my path to my throat, the feathery touch making my nipples pebble, and removed the scarf I'd draped around my neck.

He gripped the curved arms of his desk chair, as though he were afraid he was going to faint. I slipped the scarf under the chair arm and wrapped it twice around his wrist, then tied a firm knot. He didn't move. The lavender silk was lovely against his brown skin.

"Is that too tight?" My voice was barely louder than a whisper. Krishna shook his head. His eyes were black pools of lust. I pulled a second scarf from my back pocket, this one turquoise, and secured his other arm. He trembled when I touched him.

I seated myself on his lap. His erection poked deliciously at my bottom, even through the heavy denim of my skirt. He must be huge, I thought. I'd know before long.

His beautiful face hovered inches from mine. He dropped his eyes, focusing on his bound wrist. "No," I protested, lifting his chin so that he could not look away. "Look at me, for once. I've been trying to get your attention for months. You're not getting away from me this time."

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