Page 2 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Two

Morgan turned away from the door and took several steps toward her office. She blinked rapidly, and her heartbeat sped up slightly. She was just starting to feel settled here. The last thing Morgan wanted was to deal with a temporary girl. Get a grip. This is a business. You should be happy that he's doing well and not worried about yourself.

She started to rub her hands together nervously, not sure what to do next. Should she make her presence known and see what Mr. Slade would say or should she simply get to work? Before she could decide, his office door opened. All thoughts left her head as her eyes took their fill of him.

As usual, he wore a tight fitting button-up shirt and tight slacks, which both showed off how fit he was. His blond hair lay haphazardly across his forehead as if he had been rubbing his head. Mr. Slade's bright green eyes narrowed on her immediately.

"Ms. White, are you early?" His perfect lips lifted into a crooked smile.

"Ah, I don't…" Morgan's mind was offline. The sight of her boss and lover standing there in his breathtakingly dominant way and his words from earlier were swirling in her mind.

She nervously looked down at her wrist only to find that she had forgotten to wear her watch. Morgan looked up at him, hoping he would let her off the hook and let her know if he was joking or not. Why did a part of her hope he wasn't joking? Oh, yeah … his spankings.

"Morgan, it's fine. You are actually early, but I'm just messing with you. Now, if you'd still need reminding of your correct starting time, I can arrange something." He lifted one brow as he folded his arms over his chest. A playful, gorgeous grin lifted his lips.

That all too recognizable heat started inside her at his sensual threat. What should her answer be? She didn't have to think of one. In a split second, Mr. Slade closed the short distance between them. He swiftly grabbed her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other.

Before Morgan could even take her next breath, he was pushing her back into her office. A moment later, he roughly kicked the door closed behind himself, still holding onto her. The door made a loud thud as it closed heavily. How many people in the office had heard it? How many knew exactly what it meant?

The back of Morgan's thighs banged into her desk. Mr. Slade stared down at her like a hungry animal. She held her breath as his hands gripped her harder.

"Ms. White, do you know what I did the last two nights?"

That held breath escaped. She answered in a shaky voice. "No, Sir."

His jaw muscles clenched, and he exhaled roughly through his nose. It was as if he was restraining himself, with some difficulty. A small tremble went down her arms, and she raised them, placing her hands on his arms.

"I beat off to the thought of you bound, gagged, and whimpering in my bed."

His harsh words had her stomach rolling. She loved it. What?If he wanted to see me, why didn't he just call me? He has to know I'd want to see him, too. Her arms trembled again as she squeezed his forearms. Was he afraid of her reaction to how far he wanted to take the harsher side of his sexual needs? Did he not really want her in his space away from work?

"Mr. Slade?"

He quickly leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was rough and fast. Mr. Slade moved his lips over hers. Soon his tongue got involved and licked over her lips before forcing itself into her mouth. Morgan struggled to keep up with him. A soft moan left her.

Mr. Slade moved his hand from the back of her head down to her neck. His other hand grabbed her ass tightly, causing another moan to come from Morgan. Finally, he pulled back from her lips and started to leave small kisses down her neck.

Morgan felt needed in this moment. Was it pathetic that just the sense of not being rejected was enough for her? After what she had been through with Todd, just having a man want her so badly felt extremely good.

Am I pitiful?

"Mr. Slade?"

"Yes?" he whispered against her skin.

"Why didn't you just ask me to come see you?"

He tensed all over for a few seconds before standing straight. He stared deep into her eyes, and she could almost feel the room change.

His smile returned just before he spoke. "I've been dying to get my hands on you, sweet."

Before she could question him further, Mr. Slade brought both hands up and roughly opened her blouse.

Morgan gasped as he wasted no more time. Mr. Slade reached in and pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts. His mouth went straight for a nipple. Mr. Slade sucked on it before nipping it with his teeth. Morgan whimpered loudly, and for a brief moment, a picture of Cade standing in the hallway, listening, popped into her mind.

"Connor!"

He pulled himself off her breast. "No. You know my rule. You don't use my first name here."

Morgan whimpered as he squeezed her other breast. That rule might sound odd to outsiders, but really, she secretly enjoyed it. She just hoped that it wasn't a way to keep his distance from her. Was it his way of putting up a distinct wall?

Mr. Slade's stare intensified on her, and she felt her face heat. She was trapped, literally and metaphorically. Did she care, though? He hadn't answered her question. Should she press him?

"Were you anxious to see me?" His warm breath slid over her skin.

"Of course."

It seemed almost as if he knew what she was thinking and was trying to derail the conversation. Mr. Slade gave her a wicked smirk as he slid his hand up her inner thigh. Morgan shook just slightly as his warm hand made its way toward her pussy. Of course, she rarely wore panties to work anymore. That thought had her eyes slowly closing before a noise interrupted them.

A loud banging sound came from her door and soon a female voice. Morgan opened her eyes and scowled. Marcie.

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