“I was going to ask if you’re always planning to raise the bar and shock me.”

“You know the answer to that, as well. And the correct response is…”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Nathan. Yes, Mr. Donovan.”

“There are no more words more beautiful than those.”

After wiping the back of her neck with a towel, she excused herself.

The idea of inserting the plug made her hand shake.

It was after hours, and she had the place to herself, but still…

The whole time she showered, she thought about his request. She wasn’t all that adept with the plug. But the idea of sitting on it, full up for him, as he drove her to his house and took her to dinner, appealed to her naughty side.

After wrapping a towel around herself, she clipped up her hair then grabbed her gear and went into one of the two dressing rooms, tugging the curtain closed behind her. She put her bag on the built-in shelf then unzipped it and picked up the plug.

“Kelsey?”

Hearing her name startled her, and she dropped the slender silicone plug on top of her bag. “Give me about five minutes,” she shouted back.

With a quick yank, the curtain was opened and Nathan stood there, large and foreboding.

“You can’t be in here!”

“Oh?” He took a step toward her and closed the curtain behind him. “I want to watch you put it in.”

“You’re going to get us arrested,” she protested.

“Embarrassed, perhaps, but not arrested. Get on with it.”

Her boss overwhelmed her. “This is outrageous.”

“Would you like me to do it for you?” He stood there, crowding the space, unrelenting, smelling of power and determination. “Your choice.” He pulled the towel off her.

She stared at him for several seconds before sighing. “I’ll do it myself.”

Her heart racing, she lubed the plug then she squatted to help with the angle.

The plug bent as she tried to slide it in, and it slipped free.

“May I help?”

She knew her face had turned scarlet. “Please.”

“Squirt some lube on me.” He held out his index finger.

Shockingly aware of the risk they were taking, she did so.

“Hand me the plug.” Once she had, he said, “Bend over and grab the bench. Spread your legs as wide as you can then get on your toes.”

He placed his slick finger against her tightest hole. Instinctively she tensed. Then remembering his instructions from the past couple of days, she exhaled.

Nathan entered her slowly but determinedly, forcing her anus apart. Since it had been so long since she’d had any kind of ass play, the pressure was uncomfortable. She kept her mouth shut so that she didn’t yelp and attract the attention of anyone who might be passing by.

After he moved around, stretching her, he pulled out his finger. Moments later, she felt the press of the rubbery-type material instead.

He seated it in one long stroke.

Even though she’d been determined to remain silent, she gasped. She felt full and oh-so-much-more submissive.

He kissed the side of her neck then gave her right buttock a hard spank. “Hurry up.”

“Yes, Sir.” She stood and turned to face him.

“Pepperoni?”

“What?”

“I’ll order the pizza while you finish up.”

“And extra cheese,” she said.

Without another word, he left the dressing room, the curtain swaying in his wake. Unable to believe the whole thing had just happened, she reached into her bag for a pair of clean underwear.

She heard running water, and from a small crack where the curtain wasn’t entirely closed, she saw his back as he stood in front of the sink.

“Oh, excuse me!”

Hearing a strange female voice, Kelsey froze.

“Am I in the wrong place?”

“Not at all,” Nathan replied easily, grabbing a paper towel. “Goodnight.”

He disappeared from sight, and she heard the solid soles of his shoes against the tile.

More mortified than she’d ever been, she took her time brushing her hair before dressing in an oversize T-shirt and yoga pants, hoping the other woman had already left the room. But as Kelsey walked through with her bag over her shoulder, the blonde was still there, putting her earphones in place. They exchanged quick smiles, and Kelsey strode nonstop toward the door.

Nathan was standing near the elevators, and he pushed the button when he saw her. “How does it feel?”

She was so concerned with almost being caught that she’d forgotten her discomfort. “Fine. I think.”

When they were descending to the parking garage, he eased his hand inside her pants.

“These are almost as good as a skirt,” he said.

He pushed on the base of the plug and she sucked in a breath and stood up a little taller. “Damn,” she said.

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