Free Office Toy 2 Client Satisfaction by Cleo Peitsche Page A

his eyebrows. His tie was slightly askew, and stubble darkened his clenched jaw.
    "It's my right to take you when I want, you know. If I don't have you sucking my dick all day, it's because I have better self-control than Cunningham and Jonathan. You'd do well to remember that, Elle." Nolan's hand tightened against her throat. His thumb pressed gently into the skin under her jaw, then he slammed his hips forward, pinning her in place. The corners of his mouth turned down.
    "I'm here," he said as he ran a hand up her thigh, "to warn you. Be careful at dinner tonight. I told Cunningham to cancel the reservation—"
    "You jerk!" Elle tried to shove Nolan away, but he was too strong for her, so she dug her nails into his chest. Nolan easily caught her wrists and forced her hands over her head. The arrogant bastard couldn't keep a condescending smile off his face. Elle glared at him. "Why would you do that?"
    Nolan laughed, his eyes raking down her body. Even though she was average height and weight, more or less, when he looked at her like that, she felt irresistible, not like the prettyish but unremarkable girl-next-door she knew she was. An approving sound rose in his throat, and Elle's pussy dampened. She fought to keep her arousal out of her eyes.
    "You need to mind your own fucking business, Nolan," she spat.
    "Your reaction is illuminating. It's also misplaced."
    "My reaction? I don't know—"
    "Oh, Elle. I warned you." He stepped back smoothly and turned to study his reflection in the mirror. A narcissistic smile touched his lips as he straightened his tie, and Elle was struck again by how much he looked like a spoiled prep-school boy. Nolan was Cunningham's cousin, and according to office gossip, not only was he loaded, he stood to be far wealthier than Cunningham one day. Elle had never had the balls to ask, but she suspected that Cunningham had made Nolan the office receptionist to teach him humility. Heaven help them all if this was the improved version.
    He left the bathroom without saying another word.
    Elle looked at her watch. Crap. She was going to be late. Just like Nolan to screw things up for her.  

    The carpet underneath Cunningham's desk was spotless, Elle noted. She shifted sideways, redistributing her weight from her knees to the side of her thigh. She needn't have worried about the delay in getting to Cunningham's office; she'd been waiting for forty minutes, and her legs were cramping.  
    Coming out from under the desk was out of the question. Punishment wasn't what she feared, at least, not the pain or humiliation. She didn't want to disappoint him. And knowing that Nolan had been trying to talk Cunningham out of dinner, she didn't want to give her boss any reason to send her home instead.
    Elle closed her eyes and wished—for the millionth time—that Friday night dinner meant what she thought it did, that Cunningham was interested in her, in getting to know her beyond work and office sex. Unfortunately, he hadn't mentioned the dinner since he'd told her to be free for it, so she was short on clues to obsess over.  
    The door opened, and Elle silently slipped on her stilettos and pulled herself up to a kneeling position, her neck bowed, the top of her head grazing the underside of Cunningham's desk. Cunningham liked her in heels, preferably with garters, sheer black stockings, and delicate lacy bras that did nothing to disguise her sensitive nipples. She leaned forward and wet her lips, waiting for the moment when he would sit in his chair and order her to serve him.
    "I'll get the revisions to you by Monday morning," an unfamiliar, gruff voice said.  
    Cunningham came around the desk and sat. He didn't look at or speak to Elle, but his hand came down to graze her cheek. Elle closed her eyes and stoically accepted his caress even though she was dying to lean into him. His hands were warm, and the familiar scent of him, once intimidating, was somehow both comforting and butterfly-inducing.
    "Enjoy