When cash-strapped college student, Emma, is asked by her event-planner employer to participate in a very special office party for an old friend, she reluctantly agrees. The pay is generous and it's just one party, right? Logan is willing to go to any lengths to renew his brief acquaintance with the lovely Emma. A woman who sparked a desire in him he'd thought lost forever. But subterfuge, no matter how innocent the intent, is always fraught with danger. Will the planned entertainment fan the flames of desire for Emma and Logan or smother them forever? **Please note that this is the third book in the three book “Sex In The Office” series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled “Sex In The Office – Volume 1.” The collection contains “Spanked In The Conference Room,” “Loved In The Elevator,” and “Banged In The Board Room.” WARNING: In this erotic short story (approximately 5,500 words), you'll enjoy D/s, voyeurism, m/f, and m/m action in hot, graphic detail. All between consenting adults, of course. Have fun :) . EXCERPT: God, she's magnificent. And se*xy as hell. Watching Emma's performance from the sidelines, Logan couldn't resist the temptation to stroke his own groin, delighted at a firmness he hadn't felt there in a long time. He curled his fingers into a fist to stop himself from unzipping his fly, but mental images of her full, red lips encircling his c*ck continued to torment. Just then, Emma's eyes met his and her mouth curled in a sensual, knowing smile. Logan stopped breathing and didn't start again until her gaze returned to the naked young men in front of her. She had them neatly paired up with two on their knees drawing the underwear down the legs of their standing companions to reveal stiff, rampant erections. All four men were generously endowed and eager to play. The two kneeling began to rise, but Emma stopped them with a twitch of her crop on their butts. “Not so fast, boys,” she said, reaching for the bottle of chocolate syrup. “I thought you wanted dessert.” With that she drizzled Red's and Blue Eyes's p*nises with the rich, dark chocolate, then capped the head of their c*cks with a swirl of whip cream. “Eat up, boys,” she told Butterscotch and Tiger. “And do, by all means, lick your plates,” she added, stroking the back of their heads and urging their mouths toward the waiting feast. Blue Eyes and Red leaned back against the table, their eyes slitted as they watched their brothers-in-play begin the delightful task of licking the sticky sweetness from their hard-ons. Emma used the tip of her whip to lightly caress the c*cks of the kneeling men, stroking the underside from base to tip and tapping the head with the leather popper. Her gentle touch soon had both men squirming, especially when she slid the crop between their butt cheeks and massaged their balls with the flexible head of the whip. Watching her, Logan's fingers twitched toward his groin again. Perspiration dampened his forehead as he fought the desire to tear his clothes off and join the group around the table. Though she hadn't removed any of her clothing, mental images of Emma's pert, naked br*asts, rosy n*pples ripe for sucking, tantalized him. He longed to peel off that tiny thong, spread her thighs, and taste the sweet wetness of her p*ssy. Logan groaned to himself. Helen had been right. This was a very bad idea.