Page 24 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Nineteen

Connor stepped off the elevator and started a swift pace toward Ms. White's office. He wasn't going to wait for any conversation or question her wants right now. First, he was going to take what he needed through a kiss. Then, he was going to drag her into his office, paddle her ass until the whole office heard her, and then make her come repeatedly while filling her with his own cum.

His dick was so hard, it was uncomfortable to walk so briskly, but he didn't slow until he reached her office door. Connor flung it open and was instantly let down. It was empty. He swiftly stepped into his own office. After several minutes of searching, he still found no Morgan. He growled when he entered his bathroom.

"Where the hell is she?"

Connor made a beeline for Marcie's desk. When he stopped next to it, she looked up immediately. She had a small but still noticeable smirk on her face. He didn't care why, at the moment.

"Where's Ms. White?" His hand came down on the desk a little harder than he intended, making a loud thumping noise.

Marcie's smirk didn't fade. "I'm not sure. She came out of her office mumbling about an ex and then told me she'd be back in a few minutes."

"What? How long ago was that?"

Marcie looked at her watch. "Umm, probably an hour ago."

Connor clenched his teeth together so hard his jaw started to cramp. Had Marcie said ex? Was Morgan talking about Shay again? "What do you mean, ex?"

Marcie stood from her chair. She looked just mildly more concerned now. "Yes, I think it had something to do with her ex-fiancé."

What the fuck? "What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know more than that."

Connor flexed his tense fingers on her desk, almost clawing at it. He then spun around. He marched right back to Morgan's office. When he entered, he took the time to look around for any sign as to what she was doing. He saw nothing until he noticed that her computer was on and awake.

He didn't have to look long to find what he was searching for. There was a PM popped up in the corner of the screen. Connor was getting angrier and angrier the longer this took. He almost felt as if he was moments away from putting his fist through the nearby wall just to release some stress. What he read only made that moment closer.

The private message box was labeled "Todd" and read "Morgan, I need to see you. Meet me at our special spot."

Connor's breath rushed from him and his nostrils flared. "She left my business to go meet another fucking man?"

Connor closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Anger would get him nowhere fast. He clenched and unclenched his fists. This is what fucking happens when you care about someone. This is what fucking happens when you let a woman have power over you!

Was Morgan doing this because she was still mad about Shay being around? Would she have gone back to her ex no matter what?

Connor stood from the desk and started pacing. What the hell should he do now? Was he going to just cower in the corner while his girl was off fucking someone else or was he going to fight for her? Should I even care? A small part of his heart was hardening against her.

He reached into his pocket for his phone. Connor was unsure what he was going to say to her, but he wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear if she sounded guilty.

"Fuck!" No phone.

He had been in such a lustful rush to get inside, Connor had left his phone in his car. He turned, and as he walked out of her office, he slammed the door. Several of his male employees stuck their heads out of their offices as Connor walked down the hall. Obviously, they had heard the commotion. Connor balled his hands into fists, praying no of them spoke to him.

Fortunately, no one did as he exited the hall and the floor. He was soon storming out of the building toward his Lexus. Morgan had never even mentioned an ex-fiancé, had she? Was that on purpose? Just as Connor reached for his car door, someone had him pausing.

A feminine hand reached up beside him, leaning on the car door. Connor closed his eyes for a moment, just trying to slow his breathing. Finally, he opened them and slowly turned toward her, letting go of the car handle.

"Mr. Slade … Connor. You don't need this extra stress." Shay's voice wrapped around his head.

"I don't think you know what I need right now." Connor was trying to keep his tone as even as he could.

"Yes, I do. Have you forgotten my time with you?" Shay ran her hand down his back. Again, his cock betrayed him and started to stiffen. It did so, much faster than he would have liked. "Marcie told me all about Ms. White's behavior. You know, I would never do that to you, Mr. Slade." She moved both hands up to his shoulder, gradually turning his body to face hers. Connor didn't know why he let her.

Yes, he did.

"You can use me anyway you please. I'll be here for you, Sir. I just want to be your toy again."

His dick was now hard enough to tent his pants. A bit of self-hatred rose into his chest, but it was followed closely by the dark desire to bend someone over his car hood and fuck until neither of them could walk. Connor just didn't want that person to be Shay.

His current temporary secretary reached up and cupped his face with her hands. I should push her away. Her eyes stopped him. Shay was staring at him like he was a god. Her crisp, blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She was gorgeous. There was no getting around that fact. And what guy wouldn't kill to have a woman saying she would do whatever he wanted her to do.

"Mr. Slade … Connor." Shay let her words hang in the air as she leaned into him.

Connor lifted a hand to her small waist as she kissed his lips. The kiss was familiar and soon hard and heavy. She pressed her body into his. Connor felt her breasts heaving against him, and the desire to suck on them was growing.

Shay ran one hand through his hair, and Connor almost lost himself in her. What the hell am I doing?

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