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  Elliott Anderson was at it again.

  This time with the usual tall blonde, hair halfway to her hips and brushing the bare skin exposed by her open-backed dress. Simone couldn’t see the blonde’s face, but she didn’t really have to. The other woman would be beautiful in that cold, neutral way Elliott preferred. Perfect features. Blank expression. She’d be everything Simone wasn’t and would never be.

  Simone’s office, tucked into a corner wing on the twelfth floor of the L-shaped Montgomery Building, was angled perfectly so she could stare down into Elliott’s eleventh-floor office on the opposite wing. She’d noticed it first a few months ago when, working late, she’d stood to stretch and caught sight of him with a blonde on her knees between his legs. Simone had been hooked at once, going so far as to do a little building-directory research to figure out who he was. Elliott Anderson, partner at Ross, Anderson and Kirk, attorneys-at-law. Now she clicked off her light so he wouldn’t see her watching.

  Simone liked to watch.

  Elliott kissed the woman, backing her up toward the desk until her ass settled against it. His mouth never leaving hers, he moved between her legs to push her back. His hand cupped her neck beneath her hair. Simone’s nipples went tight and hard. Aching.

  She cupped her breasts briefly through the thin material of her plain white button-down blouse. It had been only a few weeks since the last time she and Aidan had gone to bed together, but it was long enough for her to wish it had been this morning instead of almost a month ago. She flicked her thumbs against her nipples, the sensation of her touch deadened by the fabric of her blouse and bra. It teased her without providing any real satisfaction … but she kind of liked it that way.

  Thorough the window, Simone watched Elliott’s hand slide beneath the blonde’s dress. Imagining what magic his fingers must be working, she settled into her chair with her feet on the desk. A bottle of chilled seltzer water in one hand, Simone let the chair rock back and forth, just a little. She’d been ready to pack up for the night, letting exhaustion claim her even though she wasn’t caught up on the project and wouldn’t be even if she stayed until dawn. There came a point when you had to give up, if only for a little while.

  At least she wasn’t tired any longer. The moment the shift of movement in Elliott’s office caught her eye, Simone had perked right up. It had been what—three weeks since the last time he’d come in late on a Friday night? She remembered because watching him had prompted her to call Aidan. That time Elliott had been with a short, plump blonde instead of a willowy, delicate-boned one. A little out of type, though with the same perfect, bored face as all the others. He’d fucked that one from behind, lifting her dress to reveal thong panties and pale, jiggly thighs. He’d sunk his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull and pulled, tipping her head back as he thrust, and that had been sexy. But when he’d leaned forward to whisper in her ear as he fucked her, never letting go of her hair, that had sent delicious shivers all through Simone.

  What sorts of things did a man like that say while he was fucking? Simone was dying to find out. Too bad she wasn’t a lithe, beautiful blonde, she thought as she leaned forward a little to get a better glimpse of what was going on. He was, as far as she was concerned, perfection. Just over six feet tall. Dark hair gone silver at the temples. Lean swimmer’s body he liked to clothe in tailored suits—nothing ostentatious. Always classic. Professional. Subdued. Appropriate.

  The man dressed like a master of industry and fucked like a jackhammer.

  Simone wanted him.

  Of course, there was next-to-no chance of that ever happening. Aside from the fact that Elliott liked a very distinct type that Simone most definitely did not and would never fit, they swam in completely different waters. Elliott was a deep-sea shark, forever circling, always grinning and never smiling. Simone, on the other hand, frolicked in sun-dappled shallows, and no matter how deep she dove, she never lost sight of the light. No, Elliott Anderson was never going to be for the likes of Simone Kahan, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge in a good old-fashioned steamy fantasy now and again.

  Especially when it was unfolding right in front of her like her very own NetPorn video. Simone let her thighs fall apart a little bit, feeling the silk of her panties press against her. Shifting in her chair, she tugged her skirt a little higher, feeling the whisper of cool air on her inner thighs. Tickle, tickle, a phantom touch, teasing. She let her fingers trace along the soft skin as she watched Elliott pull up the blonde’s skirt and do the same to her.

  He didn’t stop when the hem of the blonde’s dress hit her upper thighs. He kept going, exposing bare flesh. No panties. Simone grinned and shook her head. That woman had known what she was in for, all right, and Simone didn’t blame her one bit. If she was going on a date with Elliott, she probably wouldn’t have bothered with panties either.

  Simone let her touch drift over the silk, thinking about slipping her fingers inside. All the times she’d watched Elliott fucking some blonde in his office, yet she’d never yet indulged in touching herself while she did it. That she saved for her bed at home, or for a phone call to Aidan, who was always willing to come over and help a girl out with her sexual frustration. When her fingertips pressed gently on the bud of her clit, she couldn’t help but let out a long, low sigh. Still, something stopped her. Maybe the idea that someone in another office might be watching her get herself off while she watched someone else. Maybe just the fact that teasing herself always felt better than giving in right away.

  She glanced at the clock on the wall. At this time on a Friday night, Aidan would already be out. She could try his cell phone, but there was no guarantee he’d hear it ring or even feel it buzz with a message. Maybe he’d call her at two in the morning, drunk and horny, and maybe she could wait for him, but what if he didn’t call? Slowly, Simone rubbed gentle fingers against herself as she mused, her gaze going back to the scene in Elliott’s office—and then she let the chair tilt forward with a thump.

  In the few seconds she hadn’t been paying attention, Elliott had turned the blonde so that her hands were flat on the desk, her dress pulled up to expose her tanned, yoga-tight ass. But that wasn’t what had caught Simone’s attention. Oh, no. What had pulled her breath out of her like a magician yanking scarves from his sleeve was the sight of the red handprint on the blonde’s taut butt.

  It was Elliott’s handprint, and as Simone watched, he slapped the other buttock and left another rapidly pinkening print. At this one, however, the blonde turned, anger painted all over her face. Her dress fell down her thighs, and she shoved him, finger waving in his face. Elliott, held up his hands, looking not angry or perplexed, but sort of amused. This humor seemed to set the blonde into a further fury, and she shoved him.

  At this, Simone let out a gasp and Elliott’s expression turned dark. He caught the blonde’s wrist before she could slap him across the face. Simone’s breath caught, her heart pounding, the ache between her thighs growing solid and thick. His fingers easily encircled the blonde’s wrist. A grip like that could hurt worse than a silly little spank.

  A grip like that could bruise.

  Elliott let go of the blonde’s wrist and stepped away, out of reach, and put his hands up again. His mouth worked, and he shook his head, then made a gest