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at it, then he pulled it up and zipped it into place—somehow adjusting it to where it was shorter than it ought to be.
    When Jayson straightened, he clapped a hand over her butt and grabbed on to a cheek, guiding her out of his office like that. She had to practically sprint to keep up with his long legs as he led her down the hall toward the elevator, which made the vibes jostle around inside her. The other offices they passed had their mini-blinds open, like Jayson’s, and she struggled to keep her eyes ahead of her…but despite her best effort, she caught a glimpse of a man in a cowboy hat tying one of the other assistants up in ropes. She wished she hadn’t seen that.
    At the end of the hall, he pressed the down button, kneading her butt while they stood and waited. Oh, my God . Somehow, that seemed to ease the plug deeper inside her. Even more shocking, she liked the feeling of having it deeper, even though it was slightly painful, especially the way it pressed against the way-too-freaking-big vibe in her sex through the thin membrane separating them.
    The bell chimed and the doors opened, and Jayson pushed her inside the already crowded elevator by her ass. A dozen or so men in dark suits appraised her, spending undue time on her half-open shirt and taut nipples pressing against it, not to mention on the fact that her companion-slash-boss-slash-whatever-the-hell-he-was had yet to remove his hand from her butt.
    When they stopped again a few floors down to let some more men on, Jayson put his free hand on her right breast and pulled her back against him to make room.
    Chelsea’s face felt hotter than the sun. She pinched her eyes closed and tried to pretend she was anywhere else. Toledo. Pakistan. Mars.
    That didn’t do much good, since the man next to her, one who smelled heavily of cigarettes and cheap cologne, leaned over closer to her. “You’re Jayson Grant, aren’t you? Defensive lineman? Care if I touch her?” he asked, as though she were a piece of property that Jayson owned.
    She sucked in a breath, ready to tell him to go fuck himself, when Jayson grunted.
    What the hell did that mean?
    Then the cigarette-cologne man’s hand roughly darted inside her blouse and grabbed on to her left breast. He pinched her tit hard and twisted. Jayson hadn’t let go of her right breast, and was now squeezing her nipple in a similar manner.
    Chelsea tried to cry out, but nothing came from her mouth but air.
    The harder they squeezed, the rougher they handled her, the more it went straight to the vibes between her legs. Her right foot started twitching. Then the left one did, too.
    Jayson leaned down and whispered in her ear, “If you’re going to come, wait until we’re in my car.”
    How the heck was she supposed to stop it when they were driving her crazy with need?
    Finally, the elevator stopped again, the bell dinged, and the doors opened. One by one, the men in suits filed out, most of them giving her longing looks over their shoulders as they adjusted the erections in their pants on their way. When there was no one left but Chelsea, Jayson, and the man draining all the blood from her tit with his iron grip, Jayson turned to the other man. “That’s enough.”
    Both hands on her breasts dropped immediately and she cried out from the loss. The pain in her nipples was worse now than when they were pinching the ever-loving life out of them. She tried to lift her hands to them to add some pressure and ease the ache, but Jayson stopped her.
    “You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to,” he murmured in her ear.
    “Thanks, man,” the cigarette-cologne man said.
    When he was gone, the pressure against her butt started up again as Jayson guided her out of the elevator and through the lobby to the parking garage. He opened the passenger door to a fire-engine red Jaguar XKR. “Lift your skirt up to your waist before you sit down,” he commanded.
    He was one sick bastard, but up to that point, she’d had