Page 15 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

"Mr. Slade, you can't be serious. People use this stairwell sometimes, and not just in emergencies."

"I know." He released her arm and quickly grabbed her lower back, pulling her into his body.

"Sir…"

He cut her off swiftly with a kiss. It was demanding and fast. Her body was stiff against him, but as the kiss intensified, she softened. His irritation and stress were pouring into her from his lips and tongue. He needed this. He needed her.

I should tell her that. No, I should show her that.

Morgan whimpered into his mouth, and his cock twitched in his slacks. Connor turned her with himself, without breaking the kiss. He was soon moving her further away from the door and closer to the railing. He pressed her back against it, and she gripped his arms forcefully. A slow smile lifted his lips as he ended the kiss.

"Connor … I mean, Sir. I don't want to fall." She lifted her foot just an inch to bring attention to the fact that she was wearing high heels.

"You won't. I've never lost a secretary, and I'm not going to start with you." His smile grew more crooked and cocky.

Her head tilted to the side. Morgan's expression was flat, but he could read in her eyes that she was slightly offended by that. Connor also had no doubt that she secretly loved the fact that he had conquered other women before her.

Just then a noise had her tensing. Morgan squeezed his arms tighter still as someone a few floors up opened the stairwell door. The creaking sound bounced off the walls around then. She held her breath, and Connor took advantage of her fearful frame of mind.

He swiftly lifted her skirt, close to exposing her bare ass and pussy. Morgan's breath rushed from her, and she moved her hands from his arms to her skirt. She tried to push it back down, but he didn't give in or release it.

"Mr. Slade! What if they come down here?" Her beautiful eyes held panic but also exhilaration.

Connor lifted one eyebrow. "Then they'll get quite a show, won't they?"

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