"No more exams, Brian," she said, her voice husky. She disengaged herself from his arms. "We should do some work."
Brian signed. With one finger, he traced her lips and brushed against them gently. "Okay, let's stop here. Come with me, then," he said. "Let's check out our route for tomorrow." He rose from the sofa and left the room.
Judith took a moment to pull herself together and slow her breathing. She rose and brushed down her skirt, then followed Brian.
On the floor, the road map was spread out before him as he traced the route with one finger. "This is what you wanted to know, right? Mike knows it like the back of his hand."
"Tell me about the property. How large is it? How close is the nearest police station? Are there any nearby neighbors?" Judith's voice was still slightly husky.
She knelt beside him and examined the map, then began to fold it, leaving the highlighted area on top. Brian pushed the map from her and pulled her into his arms. "Judith," he said, his voice low, a deep, sexy murmur. "I want to make love to you."
"Brian…"
"No. I can't take it any longer. I see you all of the time, and I have to behave. I know you like me, think you want me, too." He kissed her, his mouth devouring hers. "Forget I'm your client, forget the rules, just for tonight." His lips brushed her cheeks, her eyes, her hair. "I want to touch you, to lie beside you. You have no idea what you do to me, Judith." He pressed his body against her, pushing her onto the rug. His hands moved over her breasts, then slipped to the hem of her skirt. He slid it slowly upward, his fingers trailing along the tender skin behind her knees and along her inner thighs.
"We shouldn't-I can't let you do this- Please stop…" Judith's breath came in short gasps as his fingers trailed along her skin. "Stop…" she said again, but didn't try to move his hand from her body.
"I like to look at your legs," he said, sitting up slightly and staring down at her body. He slid her skirt up to her waist, then ran his fingers around the waistband of her underwear. "Look at you, you're so very fine. You keep your knees so close together when you sit, as if your knees guarded a precious treasure." His hand brushed the crotch of her underwear. "Very precious…"