From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10)(81)

Her head tilted up and she proved she could give him some puppy eyes of her own. “Like you’re doing with Jared?”

“I’m going to talk to him. Let’s get through tonight and tomorrow morning, we’ll have a nice knock-down, drag-out fight the way only brothers can. Will that make you happy?”

She nodded. “Yes. I want you to be happy, Kai. I don’t think you can be until you deal with this situation.”

Case’s words from earlier had haunted him all day. “I’ll talk to him. Now can we play?”

“You said you had a problem with my work duties. Did I do something wrong, Sir?” Kori stepped back, biting her bottom lip as she stared up at him. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Boss and secretary will work so well on me today, baby.”

“Assistant.” There was his brat.

He shoved a hand in her hair, drawing her back so she was forced to look up at him. “Are you correcting me? If I say you’re my gorgeous secretary, then what are you?”

Her eyes had gone hot. “I’m your dirty little secretary, Sir.”

He let go of her hair. “You’re not in uniform, Ms. Williamson.”

Her hands immediately went to her blouse, undoing the buttons one at a time. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll fix that as soon as possible.”

“And I’ll be waiting in my office for you. Bring along the present I gave you. I think you’re going to require some discipline.” He strode into his office. It was so much more comfortable than the lobby, with its hardwood floors. He had carpet in his office. He’d done it for the sound reduction, but now he was happy because his sub was going to spend some time on her knees.

He sank into his chair and watched as she walked in. She’d taken off every stitch of clothing and moved toward him with the grace of a goddess offering him a prize. She was the prize, of course, but she held out the bouquet for his selection. She dropped to her knees before him, holding up the instruments of her torture as though they were gifts. Which they were.

“Did I say a proper thank you for my present, Sir?”

“I think you forgot, but we’ll get to that. Spread your legs wider. I want to see my *.”

Her knees splayed, though her spine remained perfectly straight. He watched as the pink lips of her * were revealed for him. She had the prettiest f*cking * in the world, plump and ripe and always so creamy for him. Her breasts were thrust out, nipples already tight.

She was ready to play.

Kai took the present from her and set it on top of his desk. All day long he’d had this nasty feeling in his gut. It had been about what he had to do tonight, about what was left unsaid with his brother. It was about not letting the Taggarts down. He let it all flow away now.

If Kori wanted him to talk to his brother, he would. He might never be close to Jared, but for her he would try. And after tonight, he would be out of the spy business and he could concentrate on what he did best. He would put all his training into finding a way to help Theo when he came home.

Because Theo Taggart would come home.

“Take off my shoes.”

She went to work on his loafers, pulling them off and dragging the socks with them. He nearly sighed when she ran her fingers over the arches. It was a service he usually provided for her. The last few nights when they sat together, she would put her feet in his lap and wiggle them until he finally gave in. He loved the sounds she made when he rubbed her feet.

“That feels good, baby.”

“Anything for my boss.”

He wanted to be so much more than her boss. “Really? Because I think you think you’re the boss.”

She shook her head, all that gloriously curly hair tumbling around her shoulders. “No. I’m only a secretary.”

“What did I order for lunch, Kori?”

Her cheeks went the sweetest shade of red. “A steak salad with bleu cheese dressing.”

“What did I get? And don’t try to tell me they were out of beef.”

“You eat too much red meat. I thought you might like the salmon. The light dressing was a mistake on the restaurant’s part.”

He reached out and selected one of the sadisticks, turning it over in his hand. He’d known exactly what she was doing and he hadn’t complained. It was hard to complain when someone cared. He’d spent too much of his life without anyone giving a damn that he ate too much red meat. But it did give him a perfectly fine reason to torture her. “Lean back, hands on your ankles.”

A fine shiver went through her body as she complied. In this position, she was on full display for him. Her * was exposed, her torso leaning back, hands balancing against her ankles. She was a gorgeous example of submission with her breasts thrust out, her eyes on him.

“When I say I want something, you will give it to me.” He gave her a wink. “Unless you’re willing to pay the price.”

“Anything to save my Master from the inevitable heart attack that will come.”

Gorgeous brat. He flicked the pink tipped rod over her breast and she gasped. Immediately the skin reddened, a matchstick mark on her tender flesh. “You’re very giving, baby. Let’s make a deal. You feel free to save my arteries and I’ll happily mark you.”

She groaned as he flicked her other breast. “Yes, Sir.”