Office Toy 2 Client Satisfaction (5 page)

They spasmed together, and Elle was transported to a higher plane, it seemed. This was so right. This was progress, and that meant hope. Maybe it wasn't a declaration of love, but she could wait for that if she had to.

Whatever warm fuzzies Elle was getting evaporated a moment later when Cunningham, blinking as if he wasn't sure where he was, sat up, pulling out of her. "Go take a shower," he barked.

Elle walked to the bathroom, her ego sinking. He was usually very sweet to her afterward. The turnaround didn't make sense.

She pulled her hair up into a bun and eased her stiff body under the hot water. The door opened. She expected Jonathan, perhaps, but it was Cunningham. "I need to ask you something," he said. He looked uncomfortable. He held out his hand, and Elle gave him the bottle of shower gel that she was holding.

"What's your question?"

"I was wondering how you felt about …" His eyes seemed to be focused on nothing in particular. He poured some of the lemony soap into his palm and rubbed it over her sticky thighs and ass. "Two cocks in your pussy, one in your ass."

Elle gulped. "I don't think I can handle—"

"Of course you can. We'll work up to it. I don't like to see people standing around."

"And what happens if there are seven of you?"

"That won't happen," he snapped as he pushed her toward the water to rinse off. "There are limits."

Maybe it was because she was so confused, but she spoke without wondering if she should keep the observation to herself. "Limits like not coming in my pussy?"

Cunningham stared at her, shocked, but he regained his composure quickly. "That wasn't a rule per se." He met her gaze. "Jonathan does it all the time."

"But you don't—"

"Elle, Nolan thinks you're getting attached."

"I … wouldn't put it that way," she said.

"Ok. A little attachment is normal I guess, but this isn't a relationship. You realize that, right?"

"Yeah," Elle said bitterly. "Of course I do—"

The door opened and Nolan entered. "Your phone keeps ringing," he said to Cunningham.

"My parents are waiting for me. Well. You have a nice weekend." He slammed the door behind him, and Elle yanked the shower curtain closed and turned to face the wall, her hands curled into helpless fists. The last thing she needed was to see Nolan's gloating.

"Hey, are you hungry?"

"Not really."

He ripped the shower open. "I am. Come to dinner with me."

"Are you for real?" She tried to stare him down and failed.

"Absolutely."

"Because I just got a lecture about getting attached. It made me feel like a stalker or something. I don't think dinner's a good idea."

Nolan pulled her out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her shoulders. He used a second towel to dab at the tendrils of hair that had gotten wet. "Maybe it's not," he agreed. "But I want to get to know you better. There's no rule against being friends.

"Friends," Elle said. "Hm."

A wry smile twisted his full lips. "You're not likely to fall in love with me, so I think it's safe." Even though his tone was light, his eyes were getting darker.

Oh. My. God.
 

Was Nolan …? Nah. Couldn't be.
 

Elle tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. No, that condescending smirk was back. She exhaled. "Fine. But you're paying."

"Always, Elle."

Friends. If it meant that Nolan would stop getting on her case all the time, that would make her life infinitely better. Maybe it'd be a good time to pick Nolan's brain, figure out what other kinds of kinky things Cunningham had in store … She patted herself dry, wincing a bit as the soft fabric touched her raw pussy. … Or maybe it was better if she didn't know what was coming.

Leanna needs the tall, athletic bag boy at her local grocery store. A university student with a charming smile, he's the antidote to the never-ending line of creeps and jerks she's been dating … perfect for a sexy fling.

But everything Leanna assumes is flat-out wrong. For one thing, Granger is a Dom, and he knows a repressed sub when he sees one. With her heart bound as thoroughly as her wrists, Leanna doesn't even notice that her bad luck is catching up with her again …

Even before Alyssa meets Eric at a party, she knows all about him. That he likes to tie up submissives, that he has a dungeon somewhere, and that he breaks more hearts in three months than most guys do their whole lives. As far as she's concerned, Eric is just another rich playboy, and though part of her craves him, Alyssa knows men like him are good for one thing: nothing!

When Eric overhears her claiming that he can't possibly be good in bed, he challenges her to prove it—one week, no sex necessary (unless she begs). Instead of slapping him, she accepts. She can't pass up the opportunity to make him publicly admit that he's clueless about women.

If he wins ... but he couldn't possibly win. Could he?

Mistress Moi has had it with these slaves! Faye-Faye and Loser John are misbehaving, so Mistress punishes them thoroughly, then flies to Vegas with Chuck to continue his training in peace.

Her plan is straightforward. Find a hot guy. Cuckold Chuck and—literally—rub his nose in it.

Turns out the sexiest studmuffin around is her ex-fiance. Now Mistress has two repressed men on her hands. One will hit the jackpot … the other will be chained to a chair and forced to watch.