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  Chastity sat down in the proffered chair, making sure her skirt hiked up as far as possible without being too obvious. It wouldn't take much with this guy. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head already. She saw the pause as he decided to sit on the edge of his gigantic desk rather than go behind it. His hands couldn't grope her cleavage, but his eyes did a good job of it. She was glad she had decided to loosen another button in the elevator, which had drawn stares enough from her fellow passengers.

  Chastity took out her handy digital recorder. Good thing Monitor had pressed it on her last week. It was much more convenient than slinging around a pad of paper, particularly as she preferred to travel light and hated carrying a bag. Looking every inch the professional, she pressed the record button and said into the mic, "Profile, John Clark Hall." Chastity leaned forward as if eager and the target smiled down eagerly. "I don't suppose we could go out for coffee and do the interview there?" Chastity asked as if the idea had just occurred to her. "It's so nice to be away from the office for a little . . . privacy." She smiled up at him adoringly.

  He seemed genuinely regretful, but shook his head. "I can put off the next appointment, but I can't squeeze too much time right now. But we can be sure to have some privacy." He leaned back and picked up the phone. "Ms. Perkins, ask the Avery guy to wait when he gets here, just buzz me once when he arrives." He looked back at Chastity with another maddening grin. "All alone now."

  "Oh, Mr. Clark Hall," Chastity said, trying to look blushingly innocent even as she thrust her chest out. "You make it sound so . . . suggestive."

  "Just think you should get to know the real man," he leered. "And I'm all man."

  Oh brother, what a fucker, Chastity thought. At least that made it easier. She slipped her free hand up to stroke his thigh. "I bet you are."

  The target hopped down from the desk and unzipped his pants, fishing his knob out from the stripey boxers. It was unremarkable. "How would you like a taste of this, Miss Brown?"

  "Oh mother, may I?" Chastity had to smother a desire to laugh. She reached out to take hold of his erection, gently at first, then pumping it a little more assertively to make him close his eyes with pleasure, as if on cue. She dropped the recorder into her pocket and instead took up the syringe. Taking a firmer grip, Chastity thumbed off the syringe's cap and brought it up to his groin.

  "Hey, take it easy there, missy," he said irritably. "You don't need to pull it off." But then his eyes were wide open as he saw what she had in her other hand. It told Chastity a lot about this target that his cock only got harder.

  "I have a few questions for you and if you answer them quickly and truthfully, I won't have to shoot you fill of potassium chloride. You probably don't know what that is, but it will bring on a heart attack in minutes."

  "All right, all right, let's just relax," he said, the panic evident in his face, the erection all but gone in that instant, yet Chastity tightened her hold. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Jesus, I didn't know the Financial Times was so cut-throat!"

  Chastity laughed out loud. "I'm not from the FT," she said at last as he stared at her, disbelieving. "You sold some information to a hacker. Information that has put the security of this nation into jeopardy." A slight exaggeration, but what would he know?

  "I don't know what you're talking about, honestly!" His eyes pleaded convincingly, but Chastity didn’t loosen her grip.

  "Information about an encryption system used by your company," Chastity prompted him. Suddenly he looked a little more worried—and slightly embarrassed.

  "I, uh, I don't think—"

  "Clearly, it's not your strong point," Chastity cut in, "thinking. You certainly didn't think about why someone might be interested in cracking a system, that protected data might be compromised?"

  "He said it was just for money, you know, he was just going to skim the system a little, get a jump on the competition. Everybody does that!"

  "Not everybody," Chastity hissed. He actually had the good grace to slink back, ashamed. "Who was it?"

  "I don't know his name!" He grimaced as Chastity gripped him tighter. "Ouch! I really don't. He just came up to me at one of the Friday functions and started chatting." His eyes were wild, pleading for her to let him go. "I don't really know anything about how the computers work, really! I'm just an administrator of the IT department. He told me he just needed a certain set of files. We have daily passwords that expire at midnight. I just let him use mine."

  "So you have no idea what he actually took?"

  "Well, he said he wanted—that is, he was after—" He swallowed hard. "No, I guess I don't."

  Chastity knew all she needed to know. "They say ignorance is bliss," she muttered, looking into his eyes. His gaze fastened onto hers, full of hope and a desire to please. "If so, you must have been happy."

  But it was too late. They both jumped when the phone buzzed loudly. Chastity took advantage of his distraction to pump the contents of the syringe into the skin at his groin. Betrayal and fear alternated quickly across his face, but in no time he was seizing up with the pain of his overworked heart. Chastity let him slump to the floor, where he continued to gasp like a beached fish, clutching his chest. A final shudder wracked his frame, then he lay still. She bent down to touch his neck and felt no pulse. Retrieving the syringe cap from where it had fallen on the carpet, she slipped it back in her pocket.

  She reached up to fluff her hair, put on a practiced look of alarm, then turned to the door. As if breathless with fear, she ran out into the corridor announcing, "Mr. Clark Hall has fainted! I don't know what's wrong with him!"

  His three o'clock appointment jumped up from his chair and Perkins, the receptionist, paused to consider whether she should leave her station. "I think you better call an ambulance," Chastity suggested. Perkins nodded and dialed 999 while other heads poked out of office doors.

  "My God, I think he's dead!" the man from Avery shouted as he kneeled at the side of the prone body, Clark Hall’s penis curled sadly from the fly of his boxers. As alarm spread through the complex, murmurs arose and the crowd grew. Chastity slipped out the door and took a quick turn to the right where she had spotted the exit stairs. Stepping through the door, she stopped to do up her buttons and smooth her hair back down. She went down three flights, then stepped into the corridor to take the lift down to the main floor. The car arrived with three other people in it, all paying more attention to their mobiles than they did to her, although the tall man in the back sneaked an appreciative look at her ass.

  On the ground floor, Chastity spotted the door to the toilet with relief. She couldn’t wait to wash her hands. Before she threw away the paper towel that dried her hands, she palmed the syringe into it, along with Clark Hall's card. Chastity checked her look in the mirror. Her loose black linen jacket looked exquisite as ever, her black top buttoned-up looked businesslike and modest. The skirt was a bit wrinkled, but sitting at a desk would accomplish the same thing.

  When she came out of the ladies room, the ambulance crew had just arrived, shooing people away from the lifts to commandeer them to the fifteenth floor. Chastity gawked at their retreating bustle like everyone else in the lobby, then turned and exited to the street again. She had some time before her appointment, but not enough to contact Monitor safely. It would have to wait. Instead she walked back toward Charing Cross, then idled in some bookshops as she made her way toward the Greenman.

  Chastity was certain that she was a few minutes early, but she saw Damien was already waiting for her, an eager look on his face. She sat down beside him at the small table he had found and touched him lightly on the thigh.

  "Business taken care of?" he asked, a broad smile leaping across his face.

  "All done," Chastity said with satisfaction. "I'm free for the rest of the day now."

  Damien placed his hand over hers and pressed it lightly. "Wonderful. Let's see if we can think of something interesting to do with that time." He took a sip from his beer. "So what is t
hat you do, anyway?"

  Chastity smiled. "I'm a chartered accountant," she said evenly, as her hand slipped up that muscled thigh with its promise of riches to explore. It was going to be a good night.

  Chapter Two

  "Do you want a drink?" Damien asked, his hand slipping down Chastity's back, caressing the fabric of her jacket and examining the shape of her spine.

  "I find I'm not all that thirsty anymore," Chastity said, looking up at those deep brown eyes. "Why don't we find someplace a bit more private?"

  Damien smiled and downed the rest of his beer. "Let's go."

  They stepped outside and, without thinking, turned right up St. Martin's, arms linked. At the corner with New Row, Chastity pulled Damien abruptly around. "One last test," she murmured, reaching up to draw his face down to hers. Their lips met in a soft exploring kiss, which quickly grew in force and warmth. Chastity felt his tongue probe her mouth, tasting her delights with savor and she let her own tongue dart back in response as her hand caressed that cheek she had been longing to touch since the first moment she had seen Damien.

  When at last they drew apart, both faces wreathed with smiles, she let herself admire those handsome features. "I don't know where we're going," Chastity finally said, pressing against Damien to feel a very promising bulge in his pants, "but I think we ought to get there very soon."

  "My flat is on Garrick," Damien said quickly, pulling Chastity tightly against him and letting his hands rove from her shoulders to the small of her back and then to the curve of her ass, while her eyes closed in a pleasurable reverie. "Just a hop, skip and a jump away," he breathed in her ear. "Why do you think I chose this pub?"

  They both laughed, untangled, and set off at a brisk pace. Chastity couldn’t resist using another darkened doorway as another chance to grope Damien's fit physique, which seemed quite unlike what she expected in an academic. Not that she was complaining, as she stroked his muscled thigh; surprises could be good. Her knickers were already wet and clinging. She longed to feel one of those big hands exploring, the long fingers thrust inside her. It was almost too much to wait for.

  "Touch me," she whispered in Damien's ear.

  He drew back slightly, looked sheepishly up and down the street, then crouched slightly to reach under her skirt, two fingers sliding along the wet fabric at her crotch and beginning the orgasm that exploded when his fingers slipped around the elastic to plunge inside her. Chastity moaned and Damien covered her open mouth with his as he continued to milk the shaking orgasms from her cunt.

  "You greedy girl," Damien murmured when at last her tremors had subsided, releasing his busy fingers, which he raised to his mouth for a taste. "Just for that, you are going to have to hum me the very finest tune known to man."

  "Singing for my supper," Chastity said, her body glowing with satisfaction. "I think I might be able to manage that."

  "Well, let's hurry, because I don't want to have to wait any longer to find out what your lips feel like wrapped around my cock. He's very jealous of my fingers, too, you know," Damien continued as they clattered around the corner. "Won't let them go anywhere he can't go."

  Jackpot, Chastity thought, as they stopped in front of a non-descript door. Smart, funny and sexy as hell. She would have been willing to settle for sexy. Damien got the door open and gestured Chastity inside, giving her ass a playful slap as she headed up the stairs before him. At the top, Chastity looked around a small neat flat that showed exquisite taste, from the Rothko print on the wall to the overstuffed shelves of books.

  She didn't have much time to dawdle in thought, however. Safely off the street, Damien no longer hesitated, but wrapped her in a tight embrace that molded her body to his as he kneaded the curving richness of her ass and groaned with pleasure. Chastity pried her way to his shirt and pulled it open to lick his chest and seek out a nipple to nip between her teeth, and feel him jerk slightly while grinding his throbbing groin into hers.

  Chastity dropped to her knees and grabbed the top of his trousers. Unfastening the snap, she slipped down the zipper and rubbed her face against the straining erection, hot against his trendy boxer briefs. Lovely! Chastity grinned up at Damien, but his eyes were closed. Roughly she pulled down both trousers and pants to free his nice thick cock, which bobbed invitingly toward her mouth. She twined her fingers around the base, snuggling into the coarse hair and pressing her thumbs into the base of the taut organ.

  Chastity swirled her tongue around the tip and Damien's legs trembled with pleasure. If I were smart, Chastity thought for the hundredth time, I would use a condom. Life spans tended to be short in her line of work, as her parents knew all too well. What was the point of carefulness? She had slept with more people than she could keep count of and had seldom considered the risks. But maybe she owed more to Damien.

  "Do you have a condom?" she asked, before taking him deep into her throat and swirling him around like a lollipop. His only response was a strangled yelp, but his hands dove into his jacket pockets and half a dozen packages fell to the floor within easy reach. Chastity let go to grab the nearest one and tore it open, while still holding him in her mouth. She reached up one hand to caress his balls, as she worked her tongue along the underside of his erection. Keeping her lips tight around the tip, she made little circles and felt the veins throb against her mouth.

  She sat back on her heels and took the condom out of its package, funneling a little cap before she slipped it over the waving wand in front of her, rolling it down the length with both hands. Before she could put him back in her mouth, Damien reached down to draw her up on her feet, drawing her into another deep kiss, his hardness poking her belly.

  Then he was leading her toward the bedroom. Chastity kicked off her shoes as she walked, and laughed when Damien suddenly scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. He grabbed her legs and grinned down at her. "What are you going to do, mister?" she taunted him.

  "Just this," he said, leaning forward to push her skirt up and then yank her knickers down, fighting them off her knees and ankles, then throwing them behind him somewhere. "I'm glad you don't wear tights," he added, holding her ankles again and splaying her legs to get a look at her bright wet cunt. Chastity could feel her clit throbbing to be touched, but for the moment he seemed satisfied to feast only his eyes.

  "I was going to have a taste of you, but then I remembered how greedy you were, so I think it's my turn to tease you a little." God, what a wonderful voice he had, Chastity thought, rich and mellow. But her thoughts were interrupted by Damien yanking her back to the edge of the bed. He bent his legs a little to thrust just the tip of his knob into her. It was absolutely delicious. She tried to move toward him, but he said, "uh uh," and held her ankles firmly.

  Chastity groaned with frustration and closed her eyes, but she was still smiling. Slowly, painfully slowly, Damien thrust a little further inside, squeezing his way into her with evident pleasure, but then withdrew, playing with her clit, sliding his cock around her cunt before sliding it back in, just a little though, just enough to make her want to scream with frustration.

  But she wasn't willing to admit it. "I can wait all night, mister."

  "Oh, can you?" Damien purred, leaning into her legs with his shoulders and then thrusting all at once inside her up to the hilt, so she gasped with surprise and bliss. Chastity didn't even have enough time to enjoy it before he pulled out again, just tantalizing her with the tip once more. "So can I."

  "Then it's an impasse," she said, still trying to contract her muscles to draw him inside her, pushing her legs against his firm hands and making no headway.

  "One of us must give in," Damien continued. "And it's not going to be me."

  Chastity looked up at his face. He was grinning, but there was a resolute look in his eyes. Ah rigidity, it had all kinds of uses. "I give! I give!" Better to capitulate on a small issue and win on the big one.

  "Well, okay then." Damien slid into Chastity with excruciating leisure and they both groaned together.
She hooked her legs over his shoulders when he let them go to reach for her full, ripe breasts. "God, you're lovely, you know that?"

  Chastity could only gasp as he slammed into her with increasing power and speed. And from her toes she could feel it coming, feel a deep blooming crest of orgasms that were going to hit with a tidal surge. "Now, now!" she called and he slapped against her with sweaty determination and she was bucking up to meet him, feeling each wave of sensation shudder through her frame as she came again and again. All at once Damien was shaking, too, leaning against her legs, eyes closed and face grimacing with ecstatic splendor. Chastity admired the firm chest with a spare V of black hair shaping it nicely. She remembered the only other history professor she knew—one of Monitor's research team—and his doughy body that seemed never to have seen the sun. They couldn't be more different.

  Damien kissed her knees. "We fit together well," he said, slipping her legs off his shoulder and withdrawing slowly, teasing her again. "I think I may need to rest a little before the next time," he added, stepping into the adjoining bathroom to discard the condom. She could hear him running the tap. "Glass of water?"

  "Yes, that would be nice," Chastity called back, wondering if she should move her lazy carcass or just continue to lie there feeling wonderful. Just another minute, she thought. Damien came back, a glass in either hand, and laughed.

  "Maybe we should finish undressing," he said at last. Setting the glasses down on the bedside, he suited action to words while Chastity finally rolled herself off the bed to do the same. Damien rolled back the duvet and hopped under the covers. Chastity slid in beside him and took the offered glass.