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She was aware that his large private bathroom had a shower in it. An image of him naked and cleaning his body made her hands tremble as she started to back out of the office.

“Thank you, Ms. White.” His eyes narrowed when he said her name.

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The rest of the day went smoothly with no more fuck-ups from Morgan. She concentrated on reading through all her duties and getting organized. This didn’t mean that she had forgotten about her gorgeous temporary boss, though. His face and voice were never too far from her thoughts.

At ten ’til five, Mr. Slade poked his head into her small space.

“See you tomorrow, Ms. White.”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Slade.” She felt as if she could die right there in her chair.

He gave her a genuine smile, but it soon slid into something more mischievous. The heat inside her took hold, but he swiftly turned and left. Morgan flopped back in her chair and exhaled. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it the two weeks.Maybe that’s why this assignment is so short. Women can’t handle him longer.She snorted to herself.

As she shut things down and packed up to leave, Morgan thought to herself that she needed to stop at the store on the way home.I better get extra batteries. My vibrator is going to need them the next couple of weeks.

Chapter Six

Connor put his Lexus in park and turned off the engine. He sat there, staring out the window. He was watching the breeze moving branches on a large tree which sat next to his driveway. He started to slowly rub his hands up and down his thighs. He could feel the onset of his unsettledness creeping closer.

It was like a slow building storm inside him. He knew it would eventually take over and there was only one way to really quiet it. Connor shook his head and raised his hands to the steering wheel. He absentmindedly squeezed it, twisting his hands back and forth.

A very vivid fantasy then ran through his mind. It was that sweet secretary, Morgan. She was bent over his desk, swaying her cute little ass back and forth. Connor’s hands gripped the wheel even harder as he saw himself running his hands over her backside.

Soon, in his fantasy, the loving touches stopped and he was doing one of his favorite things. He was spanking her hard on the ass. He could almost hear her soft whimpers in his ears as he continued with harsher swats.

Connor’s dick hardened in his slacks as the daydream continued. Next, his engaging little one was nude and sitting on his office floor. Her big, dark eyes looked up at him with a bit of innocence while he pulled his cock out.

Suddenly, a loud noise outside his car ripped his mental movie away from him. Connor was breathing heavily as he looked around. The noise came again. It was a car horn. He took his white-knuckled hands off the wheel, turning his body to see where the noise had come from.

Finally, he saw the source of the interrupting nuisance. A delivery truck was coming up his long driveway. As it came to a stop just behind his car, Connor adjusted his pants, trying to make his erection less obvious.

He watched from his mirror as the man in all brown jumped from his truck. When he started to walk toward the Lexus, Connor did one last adjustment before opening his car door. He held back the annoyed exhale that wanted to rush from him.

“Hey, Mr. Slade. How’s life?” The cheery delivery man came to a stop next to the car.

Connor exited his vehicle but didn’t shut the door. He used it as a barrier between him and the other man. Partly because of his hard dick, but partly just to show he wasn’t in the mood for a long friendly conversation.

“It’s good. Thanks.”

“Well, here you go.” The man held out a large cardboard box.

Connor reached around the door and took it from him. He gave the man a dismissive nod. The other man looked like he wanted to continue the small talk, but thankfully he didn’t. He gave Connor a genuine smile before nodding back.

“Have a good one.”

“You, too,” Connor said as the man finally headed back to his truck.

After watching the delivery truck leave, he shut his car door and rolled his eyes. His cock was soft again, not that it mattered. He only had himself to relieve it. Connor’s dark feelings toward women and sex had started at a very young age.

If he did too much self-reflection, he might wonder if the way his father treated his mother had something to do with it. His father wasn’t abusive, but he was far from caring when it came to his wife. Robert Slade made it clear often that she was more of an employee to him and his son than a family member. If therapists got hold of some of these issues, they’d have a field day.

From the first time Connor’s Jr. High self had seen a porn site, he had liked the harder side of it all. There was no room for love in his life. There was no room for soft kisses and pillow talk. When he could no longer quiet the need, he found himself a willing “toy”. Connor wasn’t a monster, even if sometimes it was hard to convince himself of that.

He refused to pay for sex and he never forced someone that he knew really didn’t want it. Sure, he could be very persuasive, though. He didn’t kid himself. He was aware that with his looks and his money, most girls wouldn’t turn him down.Does that make me a monster?

Connor let that question hang in his head as he walked toward his large house. He soon started to think about what was probably in the box. He had recently ordered a leather paddle with matching cuffs. A sin-filled smirk lifted his lips as another picture of Morgan floated through his head. This time she was strung up to his headboard.

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