Office Pet

“I can’t do that. Not here…” I needed to leave, go home and pretend this night had never happened, but concrete had encased my feet because when I tried to move, I couldn’t.

“Reese.”

The authoritative way he said my name left nothing up for discussion. And, fuck it, why not? I was so darn horny and getting hornier by the second. What harm would it do? An orgasm or two would be more than welcome right now if only to help alleviate some of the stress twisting my insides.

It wasn’t like I was shy about my body and that I didn’t enjoy getting myself off—I loved, loved, loved it—but I’d never pleasured myself on anyone’s command before. Something inside me was starting to like the idea.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he said, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp, white shirt.

Doing what he asked would be a game changer, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I met his gaze and waited for a few beats before speaking.

“What happens if I don’t do what you want?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Nothing. We both go on with our lives. You clock in and clock out as usual.”

“And if I do?”

“That would be telling.” The dark expression in his eyes showed me if I didn’t do what he asked, I’d miss out on an adventure of a lifetime.

I nodded slowly and blew out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

He gave me a self-satisfied smile. The beautiful bastard knew all along I wouldn’t refuse him. From here on out, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to refuse Kane McKenzie anything he asked of me.

“Good girl.” He stood and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ears, and I shivered in response. “Let’s go.”

My entire body stiffened. “You’re coming with me? Are you serious?”

He put a hundred-dollar bill into the bartender’s tip jaw and downed the last of his whiskey. “Extremely. I’m going to watch and relish every second. From now on, every time you sneak into the restroom, I’ll be able to picture exactly what you’re doing when I jerk off at my desk. And from now on when we’re alone—and only when we’re alone—call me Sir.”

“What?” I blinked in disbelief. Did my boss just tell me he would blow his load in his office while thinking about me fingering myself in the restroom? This day kept getting weirder and weirder, or was it getting better and better?

To appear more confident than I was, I rolled my shoulders back and held my head up high. “Fine,” I said, “let’s go.”

Chapter Four

Reese

Besides the attendant, the restroom was empty. Kane slipped something into her hand and asked her to disappear for twenty minutes. I wouldn’t need twenty minutes. In my current state, I’d need less than two.

After the attendant had left, Kane locked the door and pressed his back against it. I looked around. The bathroom in the gallery wasn’t big, but it was nice. Three stalls faced a long marble countertop decorated with fresh flowers in glass vases. Clean mirrors stretched above the sinks, topped with rows of circular lights. My flushed reflection looked back at me from one of the mirrors. This almost felt like a dream.

I stood there, unsure of what to do or what to say. A voice inside my head told me to go home and forget tonight had ever happened, but I was too curious and way too horny to walk away.

I turned back towards Kane. He crossed his arms and widened his stance. I glanced down at his crotch. Oh, my. The bulge I saw there was significant, and my mouth watered along with my pussy.

He cleared his throat, and I glanced up, meeting his eyes.

“You think you’re ready for me? Think you can take my cock?” He raised an eyebrow. There was a challenge in his words as if he didn’t believe I’d go through with his request.

Instead of answering, I bit the inside of my cheek. Would he think me slutty if I said, God, yes, more than ready? I want to suck you down and have you fuck me every and anyway you want. I wasn’t promiscuous, my shitty luck had seen to that, but he only had to ask, and I’d bend over and grasp my ankles.

“You want it bad, don’t you? You want me to rip off your panties and fuck you against the sink.” He reached down and cupped his dick through his pants. “You want this in your pussy, your ass, and your mouth, don’t you?”

His words were dirty and rough, leaving me lightheaded, and I couldn’t seem to form words.

The reality of the situation didn’t escape me. I was in a restroom about to finger fuck myself at my boss’s request. A man I’d met for the first time ten minutes ago.