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“Kelsey,” he said with a nod. “How are you doing?”
Because of the huskiness in his voice, she knew he’d been thinking of her. This wasn’t the way he’d greeted her yesterday, it was more intimate.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Sleep okay?”
“Yes.”
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at her as if seeing through her.
She shifted, unable to hold the line on her lie. “I’ve slept better,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” He waited. “Me too.”
His response flabbergasted her. Had she somehow affected the dynamic Nathan Donovan? Even the possibility was enough to make her giddy. Screw professionalism.
“How does your ass feel?” he asked.
“No bruises.”
“Show me.”
It wasn’t a question or a request, she knew. Her mouth fell open.
“Lock the door and show me.”
His green eyes were icy with implacability. Using a safe word was always an option. But damn it, with her libido in overdrive, she didn’t want to.
Conscious of him watching her intently, she walked to the big double doors and threw the lock.
“Stop.”
Her back to him, she froze.
“Face me.”
A tremor passed through her. Slowly, conscious of making her movement as elegant as possible, she did so.
“Now lift your skirt to your waist.”
Having him raise it was one thing. Doing it herself was dizzying.
She had on a thong, and the way he looked at her as she raised the hem made her wish she’d had the courage to go bare.
“Black lace was a good choice. You’re a beautiful woman, Kelsey.”
She saw in his eyes that the words weren’t meaningless, and she drank in confidence from them.
“I want you to walk to the desk, drop your underwear to your ankles then bend over the top.”
“Yes, Mr. Donovan.” In her imagination, she sounded much more self-assured than she did in reality.
He remained in his doorway, master of the domain. And for right now, of her.
The skirt was so slim-fitting that it stayed in place without her holding it. Feeling more exposed than she had when she’d been at home naked with him, she followed his order.
When she reached her desk, she slid her thong over her hips and down her legs before bending over. She was grateful that she didn’t have to look at him.
His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but she was aware of him as he closed the distance.
He trailed his fingertips across her buttocks then between her cheeks to tease her pussy and flirt with her anus.
“By the end of the week, I want you showing up to work wearing a butt plug.”
She swung her head to look at him.
He shrugged. “If you don’t, I’ll put one in for you. Nothing would please me more than knowing you’re sitting here, ten feet away, stuffed full for me.”
The image saturated her mind, and suddenly she couldn’t stop thinking of it, either.
“You’re right. No bruises. Good. We’ve still got a lot of days to get through.”
The reminder thrilled her.
“Are you hot for me already?”
Jesus. He touched her pussy. “Mr. Donovan.” She was breathless.
“Oh…you are.”
“This is impossible. We’re at work.”
“Almost an hour before business starts. I’d say that counts as personal time.”
Very personal.
“You’re welcome to use a safe word,” he invited. “Or I can continue and slide my finger into my sub’s cunt?” He moved a little, teasing. “Which will it be?”
“Your finger,” she whispered.
“Please, Sir,” he said seductively against her ear.
Kelsey repeated his words.
“Good. Now say, please, Sir, put your finger in my hot cunt.”
Those words seemed lodged in her throat. She couldn’t be so bold and brazen.
He stopped moving.
Damn it. “Please, Sir,” she capitulated. The need for him to continue was greater than her need to avoid embarrassment. “Please, Sir, put your finger in my hot cunt.”
From somewhere in the distance, she heard an elevator ding, and she realized others were starting to arrive for their workday. It heightened the danger and her response.
“Please, Sir,” he said again. “Put your finger in your sub’s hot cunt?”
She collapsed flat onto the desktop. He was single-minded in his determination to push her. Wildly she remembered that he’d promised exactly that. “Please, Sir,” she repeated, her pussy even wetter than it had been last night. “Please put your finger in your sub’s hot cunt.” Her words had an air of surrender to them, and it did strange things to her insides.
“Oh, my sub, I’d love to.” He entered her slowly, sliding in and out in an erotic finger-fuck.
