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“Bailey,” Mr. Jackson murmurs. “How are you enjoying your new position?”
I gulp. Archer’s movements are slow and rhythmic as he slides his finger deeper into my pussy before withdrawing and adding another. Waves of pleasure radiate throughout my body. My breath is ragged, but I inhale deeply and say, “It’s good. I’m enjoying it.”
Archer rams into me roughly, finger-fucking me hard, twisting his fingers inside me. My mouth goes slack, and I let out a silent moan as I come around his fingers. My pussy clutching him tightly.
“I’ll keep you apprised of the situation,” Archer says and hangs up the phone as my body shudders gently in response to his touch.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his hand.
I pant, thrilled with his words. I’ve pleased him, and that makes me feel good. I want to keep pleasing him. I want to hear that praise from him. I need it. He has bewitched me in such a short time, but there’s something about him that excites me.
Only then do I remember Owen and Finn.
My cheeks go hot when I realize they watched this show and watched me come all over Archer's hand.
Archer stands up and moves behind me. I can’t look at Owen or Finn, so I close my eyes.
He places one hand on my waist, his hard chest pressing against my back. He brings his lips to the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he speaks.
“You must do as I say,” he murmurs, his lips still pressed against my skin. “Always, Bailey. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“You belong to me, and you will be loyal. In return, I will treasure you and make sure you are well compensated. Do you want that, Bailey? Do you want to please me?”
I nearly swoon at the way he says my name. I don’t know why or how I’ve captured the attention of this man, this gloriously dangerous man, but I don’t care. I would crawl on my hands and knees in front of him if he asked me to, just to hear the praise ringing from his tongue.
“Yes.”
He moves his mouth to my ear. “Good. Girl.”
“Ah.” I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips. He has found my button. I don’t know how, but he knows I want to hear it. He knows I like pleasing people and has found that reward that makes me tingle.
I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, but then he withdraws his presence and disappears through a door behind his desk.
Owen stands up, moving in closer. I open my eyes, knowing I have to do something other than stand here wishing I was coming again all over Archer's cock this time.
“I’ll show you to your desk,” he murmurs.
I nod and grab the notepad and pen before bending down to get my bag.
“Perfection, sweet Alice,” Finn whispers, making my heart thud in my chest. “Absolute, pure perfection.”
A smile wobbles on my lips as I nervously turn to look at him. His eyes are filled with a deep lust, and it scares me.
I want to please Archer, but I’m afraid of Finn. I don’t want to ever be alone with him.
I force my gaze away from his and back to Owen. He is milder and friendlier. I follow him out of the door and to my station right outside the office. I drop the pad and pen on the desk, and with a murmur of thanks, I rush to the ladies' room where I can process what just happened to me in the privacy of a cubicle before I have to pretend like it never happened.
Loyalty.
Power.
Praise.
He knows me too well, and now that I’m out of his presence, that terrifies me.
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