Page 2 of Leverage & Obedience

All of me is reporting for duty.

I lower myself into the leather chair across from him and fold my hands in my lap like a good little employee.

He studies me for a moment, and his attention makes my cheeks flush. “How was your first week?”

Oh god, small talk. I clear my throat and try not to wince. So much for sophisticated. “Great, thanks! Maria was super helpful last week. I’m ready to handle anything you throw at me.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, and I relax a fraction. He glances at his watch, and I’m momentarily distracted by his lashes—they’re so dark and long I’m jealous. When his eyes meet mine again, my heart does a stupid flip.

“I’m sure Maria got you up to speed.” He leans back, sleeve riding up enough that I catch the tendons working in his forearm. “Call me Bren. Save the Mr. Harrison for clients.”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

The words come out soft and breathy, more bedroom than boardroom, and my pussy clenches so hard that I press my thighs together.

Oh fuck. I quickly add, “I mean, Bren,” two beats too late for it to fix anything. I hold very still, praying he didn’t catch any of that.

His eyebrow goes up, and I can’t tell if it’s because he heard the tone or because I didn’t use his first name. I’m hoping it’s the name thing.

My temperature creeps upward, and I scold myself. Stop it, Lily. This is your boss. Not a play partner. Plus, who says he’s even a dom? Though I can’t explain why, I know he is.

“You’ll manage my calendar, my correspondence, and my travel. Whatever I need—”

I do not hear a single word pastneed.

He stops talking, and I blink.

His lips twitch. “Are you single?”

He can see I’m not wearing a ring. This is probably an innocent question. Probably.

I raise my chin. “Yes, I am.”

He returns to business. “We’ll do monthly reviews for the three months. That work for you?”

I nod absentmindedly. Why did he ask if I was single?

“Use your words.” The command in his tone is unmistakable.

I shift in the leather chair to relieve the ache between my legs. “Yes, sir.” It comes out breathy again, and this time I don’t care.

His expression turns heated, and his gaze drops to my generous breasts straining against my coffee-stained blouse.

“Is this going to be a problem?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

When his eyes find mine again, I get a read on him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

My pussy practically does a cartwheel.

I should direct the conversation to safe ground. But I’m a three-month temp, and Bren is exactly my type of bad decision. The boss part is new. The pattern isn’t.

I lean back in my chair and slowly cross my legs, letting my skirt ride up on purpose. His eyes drop to the freshly exposed skin of my thigh, and a thrill zips through me.

“Problem, sir?” I hold his gaze. “Not at all. I’m here to service yourneeds.”

There’s no way he can misinterpret that. When his jaw tightens and his hand disappears below the desk, a rush of satisfaction makes my clit throb.

I lower my eyes like a good girl. What comes out of my mouth is the opposite. “Do you want me to tell you what I fantasize about? I like being pinned down and called a slut. I like being spankeduntil I submit, and then used.” I don’t look up because I’ll lose my nerve if I do. Also because I just handed my kink resume to my boss before lunch, and I’d like one more second of plausible deniability. “I figured out a while back that I get off harder when I’m not in charge.”