Free Trusting Love by Billi Jean

of Duke’s chair, and started petting the man’s hair in the back, leaning those breasts against his arm. Duke picked up one of her hands and pulled her close to his face to kiss her. It wasn’t a casual kiss but a mark of ownership, and by the grip the man had on her breast, dominance. She lapped it up, but with style. Clearly the two were more than merely boss and secretary.
    After turning him on to the point of discomfort, the couple released each other’s lips, but Duke kept hold of her breast, pinching the nipple with enough force to make Eric sweat in appreciation. He loved breast play, his, hers, whatever, he was game.
    “Behave, my dear, and you can stay,” Duke murmured. “Can you do that?”
    The woman arched her neck and smiled teasingly at Duke, something that surprised Eric. Duke loved playing the Dom. He’d introduced Eric to the fun involved in making a woman so hot she’d do anything and wanted everything from a man. It was interesting to see that with the little secretary he accepted her defiance with fondness.
    “Yes, if you say so,” she whispered purposely loud enough for Eric to hear.
    Duke seemed to enjoy the play, because he released her nipple and instead of punishing her, put her hand on his lap. She smiled and leaned in to whisper something he couldn’t hear this time, but whatever it was seemed to please Duke because he kissed her again, this time with a touch more heat—if that was possible. The secretary sure seemed unconcerned with stroking Duke to the point of making Eric’s eager cock wet his jeans in jealousy.
    Hell, coffee was code for sex.
    Duke released her after another long, intense kiss and eyed Eric with a smile, not offended by his obvious enthusiasm for the little show.
    “I see you’re still in need of attention, Mr Walters, perhaps we can help you with that, but let us discuss the situation on the mountain first.”
    Eric’s attention immediately shifted from his hard-on to the boss. First and foremost this job was important—much more important than getting laid.
    Duke looked relaxed, as if they were drinking Scotch instead of sipping coffee while the man got a hand job. People were odd, Eric knew, but this scene was something he’d not expected.
    “I have heard you did well on the mission. You ended the boy’s life perfectly. Then did the job of torching the house so it will appear as if it was a gas leak unless we need it to be something else altogether, am I correct?”
    Eric nodded and adjusted himself under the sexy eye of Duke’s secretary. The way she watched his lap, he thought he could feel her hand on him, rather than on Duke.
    “Yes, sir. The blaze went off without a hitch, but if we can’t locate McNeil, we can blame him for the fire and smoke him out.” He grinned at his joke, and Duke smiled, laughing lightly.
    “Ah, a man of clear vision and humour,” he murmured. “I also hear that you have found relaxation from one of our nurses. I am glad to hear that she suits you, but I had thought you had more, shall we say, refined tastes. In fact, I had wondered if a man like you wouldn’t like to view a few of the results from my new round of testing.”
    “Testing, sir?”
    “Please—Duke, not this ‘sir’. No one calls me such things outside of our play, not even my wife, Victoria.”
    Wife? Eric realigned his thinking to include the secretary as Duke’s wife with some effort. He’d seen the man with numerous women, none of which were this one. But the rich would play and Duke was richer than a hundred Donald Trumps could ever dream of being.
    “Ah, I think we have confused our good man, Victoria. Mr Walters—”
    “Eric is fine.”
    “Ah, Eric, a fine German name, I believe.” Duke nodded, his classically handsome face breaking into a grin. He looked a bit younger, maybe in his late thirties instead of early forties, but ages weren’t Eric’s thing. “Victoria and I have been married for only a few weeks. My association with the