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Copyright© 2016 Mackenzie Williams
ISBN: 978-1-77339-123-6
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
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DEDICATION
To my best friend and husband, Michael.
HIS PLAYTHING
Slade, Inc. 2
Mackenzie Williams
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
"No, Muffy. You can't come to work with me." Morgan laughed under her breath. It was Monday morning, and she was anxious to get to work. It had been a long and lonely weekend.
Her calico cat was rubbing her head on Morgan's shin, purring. She gently stepped away from her pet to go find her shoes. As she entered her closet, her smile got even bigger as a mental image of whom she would soon be seeing floated through her mind. Mr. Slade. Of course, it was Connor outside of the office, but thinking that had her smile fading.
Over the last two weeks, since he had offered her a more permanent job at Slade Incorporated, she had only seen him outside of the office three times, which wasn't great if this was supposed to be a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
One big worry that was always on her mind was what if he really just wanted a fuck-buddy at work? What if any extra time he gave her was forced on his part? Am I just setting myself up for disaster? Trying to cheat the inevitable?
Morgan huffed out a deep breath as she bent down to retrieve her navy blue pumps. She strolled to her bed and sat, putting them on. As she did, she spoke to herself. "No one forced him to hire me long-term. He wants me there."
But for how long?
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Morgan stepped off the elevator and slowly made her way toward the reception desk. Marcie looked up at her, and her expression instantly became colder. Morgan gave her a polite smile, but the other woman didn't return it. Her eyes seemed to flash with contempt just before she went back to her phone conversation.
Morgan shrugged as she walked past the desk. She didn't know exactly why Marcie didn't like her. She'd never been rude to her or anything. Besides that one day she had called in sick, Morgan thought she had been a pretty good employee. So what was Marcie’s problem?
A sneaky suspicion snaked its way through her mind. Marcie wanted to be Mr. Slade's work plaything. Could that be true, though? The other woman had worked here far longer than Morgan, and she had certainly seen girls come and go. Was she always like this?
Morgan tried to force that thought out of her head as she made her way down the long hallway toward her and Mr. Slade's offices. She passed an open door and was startled when a man stepped out from the office, right in front of her.
She made an odd squeaking sound as she came to an abrupt halt so she didn't smash into him. The man stopped, putting his hand up to his tie, which was swinging wildly because of how rapidly he had stopped walking.
"Oh, crap. Sorry." The man moved his hand from his tie up to his head and casually ran it through his hair.
"Don't worry about it." Morgan smiled at him. That small kind gesture felt wrong, though.
"I'm not sure we've met. My name is Cade, Cade Kennedy." The attractive, young man held out his hand.
Again, Morgan felt a bit guilty as she took his hand for a friendly handshake. Was that just because Mr. Slade was nearby and she knew it? "Hi, my name is—"
"I know your name." Cade tilted his head down a little while a crooked grin lifted his lips. "I better get back to work. The boss can really be rough … right?"
Morgan's breath caught in her throat as he released her hand and started to walk around her. What the hell? How offended should I be right now? Was that just good-natured ribbing at work, or was there something darker behind his words?
She stood there for a few seconds, scowling at nothing. Morgan rolled her eyes and started back down the hall. Slade Incorporated was a great but odd place, sometimes. A small smile spread over her face as she neared the end of the hall.
Morgan decided to set her purse down in her nearly complete office before she peeked in on her boss. As she stepped inside, she took a look around. There was a new bookshelf in the corner. Just that sight had her insides warming. Maybe she was a fool for putting so much stock into these little things, but it felt good.
Mr. Slade had allowed her to pick out most of the items for her new space. Well, really, he had let her give him input, but most of the time he went with her suggestion. The walls were painted a beautiful storm gray color. Morgan had been a stickler for this, and she was quite surprised when he gave in to her about it. Didn't that prove that this space was specifically for her and not just for future secretaries?
Morgan set her purse on her new office chair and turned on her computer before spinning around to leave the room. She cautiously stepped up to Mr. Slade's office door. She leaned in, trying to hear what, if anything, was happening inside.
She soon heard his muffled voice. "Yes, we are very excited about this opportunity." There was a long pause, and she waited. "I assure you we won't have a problem getting everything up and running. I'll hire more help, just until everything is under control."
Morgan stepped back from the door, frowning. More help? Temporary help?
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.
Chapter Three
"Mr. Slade?" Another loud knock on the small office door sounded.
Connor stepped back from Morgan, running his hand through his hair. He huffed out a deep breath of frustration. His erection was clearly visible in his tight black slacks. If he was in his own office, he would have yelled at Marcie to give him ten minutes.
"Yes, Marcie?"
He reached for the door handle, but Morgan stopped him. She grabbed his arm and inhaled roughly.
"Mr. Slade, wait." She looked down at her exposed breasts.
Connor gave her a mischievous grin before gradually pulling his arm away and reaching for the door again. He watched his girl quickly struggle to slip herself back in her bra before hastily trying to button up her blouse.
He turned his attention to the door, opening it. There stood Marcie with a stack of papers. The woman looked up at him before flicking her gaze behind Connor. When her expression changed, he knew that Ms. White hadn't completely finished closing her blouse. Did his sick pleasure in that moment make him depraved?
"Sorry, sir. I tried to call you, and I knocked on your office door. You have a very important client waiting to see you."
"Mr. Bentley?" Connor looked down at his gold watch. "I guess everyone is running early today."
Connor heard Ms. White's heavy breathing behind him. This caused his grin to grow more twisted.
"Tell him I'm on the phone and I'll be with him shortly." Connor nodded at Marcie.
"Yes, sir." Before she walked away, she looked over his shoulder again at Morgan.
Connor turned to find that she was now fully clothed. "Ms. White, don't forget I need that revised schedule before ten."
He straightened his back, smoothing out his white dress shirt. Morgan stared at him with a bit of disbelief in her eyes. Connor wasn't sure how much he should be worried about her. This situation was very new to him. Normally, he wouldn't think twice about how offended a temporary secretary was. This extra burden actually caused his mood to swing. A bit of annoyance filled him then. He gave her a quick nod and exited her office.
As he stepped into his own, her question floated through his mind. "Why didn't you just ask me to come see you?"
That was a difficult question to answer. He very rarely brought a woman to his home, especially a woman from work. The worlds seemed like they were in different universes, and he liked it that way. Connor knew that this secretary was different, though. He knew that he would have to cross that bridge with her or else cut her loose. The problem was, he couldn't convince his whole self of it, yet.
A bit of a trapped feeling was working its way into his chest. That was the part he hated the most. I have to hold it together. I want her around for a long time. Don't I?
He exhaled and rubbed his chin. Finally, he shook his head and made his way to his desk. He clicked on the intercom for Marcie. "Send in Mr. Bentley."
Chapter Four
Morgan stood still, staring at his office door through her doorway. What the hell was that about? Mr. Slade had seemed anxious to see her, even touch her. So why hadn't he made an effort to see her over the weekend? Maybe she was still his temporary girl.
Morgan shook her head and then covered her face with her hands. Did it mean anything that Mr. Slade always called Marcie by her first name? She sighed, wanting to get rid of all these questions and stress.
Speaking of Marcie, what is she thinking right now? Of course, Morgan knew that the other woman was aware of her “arrangement” with the boss, but she had given her a look of disgust when Morgan was fixing her shirt. Or was it closer to jealousy?
Morgan wanted to scream, but instead, she groaned loudly and removed her hands from her face. Just then, an older gentleman in an expensive looking suit knocked on Mr. Slade's door. She held her breath as Mr. Slade opened it. A very big part of her wanted to rush him, ask him questions, and then demand that he finish what he had just started.
"Mr. Bentley, good to see you again. Come on in." Mr. Slade shook the man's hand.
"Thank you. I hope you have everything ready. I'm on a tight schedule."
"Yes, I'm sure I do. Right, Ms. White?" His stare flicked over to Morgan, who was standing ju
st inside her office doorway.
A spike of terror filled her chest. "Yes, ah, Sir. Let me just make sure." She turned toward her computer.
"Too late, Ms. White." His tone was darker than before.
Morgan turned around to find that the other man had already entered the office. She looked up at her boss, and his eyes were flashing with a sensual threat. She tried to take a deep breath but couldn't. Damn, he is so captivating.
Mr. Slade's lips lifted into a crooked smirk just before he turned to follow the other man. His door soon closed. Her legs felt wobbly so she turned to find her chair. Morgan set her purse on the floor and took a seat.
She was almost certain that last Friday, before she left the office, she had gathered all the reports that Mr. Slade would need for today. Did he already know that but wanted to keep the tension going? If so, it was working. Morgan couldn't deny that it was causing her sexual need to grow. It was causing her need to be punished to grow.
After sitting there for several minutes, catching her breath, Morgan finally got busy on her real work. In fact, she was so busy that she didn't notice that Mr. Slade's meeting had lasted almost until his lunchtime run. She looked up at her clock as she heard his office door open. The other business man let out a loud howling laugh. Morgan cringed.
"Connor, you may be a better bullshitter than your father was."
"Those are quite the shoes to fill, you know."
Morgan heard the men move farther down the hall. Mr. Slade was rarely that friendly with business acquaintances. Maybe this new venture, whatever it was, had him in an overly good mood. Morgan got up from her desk to peek down the hall. Mr. Slade was returning. Her heart jumped into her throat.
She timidly stepped back into her office, waiting. A few seconds later, his head popped into her doorway.
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