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The ticking time element sharpened her response, and Kelsey pressed weight onto her hands and lifted her hips from the counter, shamelessly grinding her shaved pussy against his face. She was certain the sensations were more heightened than ever.
He jiggled the finger that was in her ass and plunged his tongue into her heated depths before returning to suck her clit. Him changing what he was doing, coupled with the pressure on her clit, made an orgasm knife through her.
Pumping her hips, humping his face, she cried out.
He continued to lave his attentions on her until the last ripple shook her.
Then, only then, did he move away from her and draw out his finger.
She liked his version of or else.
He washed his hands and face then helped her from the countertop, holding her waist while she slipped back into a shoe she hadn’t realized she’d lost.
“I need another couple of minutes to put myself back together. Well, and find a new pair of panties.” Which she’d already packed in her bag.
“We’re late. Skip them.”
“I don’t go without underwear, Mr. Donovan,” she protested.
“You do now. Part of the or else.”
“Hold on,” she said, looking up at him. “How many things am I going to have to do?”
“As many as I say.”
His hands were still on her, imprisoning her and simultaneously making her feel cherished. Since his tie was askew from their early-morning face-fuck, she straightened it for him.
Slowly he released her then scooped up her ruined thong and dumped the remnants in the trash.
He carried her bag downstairs, and she hurried through smoothing her hair and adjusting her dress.
She felt awkward without underwear. Though she knew it was ridiculous, she was sure every person she saw would know.
“Ready?” he asked when she stepped off the bottom stair.
For a moment, she wondered what the hell she was doing.
Nathan Donovan wasn’t her lover. He was her boss. The lines were blurring for her, and she couldn’t allow that to happen.
Surely she could manage for another couple of days.
But as he opened the back door and she breezed past him, inhaling the subtle scent of his spicy soap and remembering the taste of his dick, she suddenly doubted her own determination.
“I’m planning to take you shopping after work,” he said once they were on the road.
“To replace my underwear?”
“That, as well as getting you an outfit that will look great when I have you strapped to the Punishment Pole.”
Kelsey glanced across the vehicle’s interior at Nathan. Since it was still before sunrise, his face was in shadows, making it difficult to read his expression.
“For the outfit you’ll wear on Saturday,” he reminded her. “We discussed it earlier in the week.”
She remembered scribbling notes as he’d been talking, and she recalled circling the word Thursday.
“If we don’t find anything tonight, we’ll have tomorrow as a backup. Unless you have something in mind already?”
“I have some shoes that might work, and I was thinking of wearing a skirt and a long-sleeved shirt.”
“We can swing by your house before we go, have a look at your closet.” He glanced across at her. “I have an idea of what I’d like to see you in.”
“And I’m thinking it’s not something I might wear to the office.”
The background music cut out and the screen in front of them showed an incoming call from Lawrence.
“That’s your call,” he told her.
She’d forgotten Nathan had added her number into the Bluetooth system when she’d borrowed his car.
It was well before the time she would have expected to hear from the HR department.
“Push the green phone icon,” Nathan told her. “Unless you want to take it in private.”
She answered the call, and Lawrence got straight to the point. “Seward’s boss called in sick.”
Understanding dawned. “It’s Seward’s first duty day,” she said. The day they’d been intending to terminate his employment. “Where are you?”
“Home.”
And since he lived in Kingwood, which was north of the city, Lawrence wouldn’t be able to drive to the docks in time to be there before Seward climbed aboard his tug. “Let me figure it out.” Since she didn’t want anyone knowing she was with Nathan at this time of the morning, she added, “I’ll call you back in five minutes.”
She ended the call.
“What do you recommend?” Nathan asked.
“We have a couple of options.” She tapped her fingers on the armrest. “We can ask another field supervisor to send him home for the day.” She raced through pros and cons. “That’s not my preference. He’d suspect something was up, and we don’t know how he’ll react.”
