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to cry because she ached so badly, she stomped out of the office and down the hallway to the copier room.
    Bryce sat in his chair and clicked on the function key that opened the security cams then used the arrow to find the view into the room.
    Raelie stalked inside and headed straight to the supply closet where she pulled out a spray bottle and paper towels. A fierce frown scrunched her face into an adorable scowl.
    His gaze ate up the sight of her body. Medium height, lush curves and sleek legs.
    Everything about her appearance pleased him. Her femininity seemed exaggerated when compared to the well-toned stick girls he’d dated before. Everywhere he looked her soft skin and frame made his palms itch. Her skin was light tan with narrow strips of white where a miniscule bikini had shielded her feminine parts. If she lasted, he’d have her sunbathing nude beside his pool.
    His cell phone vibrated on the desk, and he picked it up.
    “You answered,” Morgan drawled. “I’m disappointed in you. Did you let her leave already?”
    Bryce snorted. “I made her go clean the copier. Naked.”
    Morgan chuckled. “’Bout damn time. Anything I can help you with?”
    “Raelie’s mine,” he bit out then touched the button to cut the connection. Soon, he’d be ready to share her training with his friends, but for now he’d savor the journey alone. His gaze honed as he watched her.
    Raelie stood on the footstool and rubbed the copier glass with a towel. Her buttocks and breasts jiggled with each furious swirl. Still, her nipples were erect and lengthening, jutting out her tiny gold rings.
    Bryce inhaled deeply and settled back in his chair. He had a choice here—follow his own desires or give Raelie what she really needed. He’d wanted a challenge, but would the sweet temptation she embodied prove too much to resist?
    Raelie stepped off the stool and misted the control panel at the front of the machine. She wiped it quickly then bent and rubbed down the cabinet doors. Again, she pointed her pretty pink pussy right at the camera.
    Bryce grinned, loving her show of rebellion. He hit the button to the intercom which broadcast to the entire suite of offices. “Miss Wood, go ahead and restock the machine then straighten the supply locker.”
    She stiffened, and her gaze swung to the camera in the corner. Her eyes narrowed into a deadly glare while her hand shot him the bird.
    He waited, holding his breath.
    Instead of tossing up her hands and flouncing away, she took a deep breath. Her frown eased and her gaze, this time reflecting a little uncertainty, rose again. She gave the camera a curt nod, and then yanked open the copier doors to pull out the paper tray.
    Bryce relaxed. He was surprised, because he hadn’t known he’d been so tense, waiting for her to decide. He watched for a few minutes longer as she diligently unstacked the cabinet to reorganize it.
    One last lingering glance at her lovely body and he lifted his jacket from the chair and exited his office. Tonight, he turned toward the stairs rather than the elevator because he didn’t trust himself to pass the copier room and not enter it.
    Feeling stronger once the heady aroma of her arousal no longer filled his nostrils, he smiled as he jogged down the steps.

    * * *
Tired and disgruntled, Raelie returned to dress inside Bryce’s office. She’d been disappointed but unsurprised to find it empty. He’d made it clear he had self control, something she admired even if it was inconvenient as hell right this moment.
    Her body burned. She’d stared at her ass in the mirror inside his bathroom and run her fingertips along the raised, red stripes. Pressing on the enflamed skin sent thrilling spikes of arousal through her. Her breasts were swollen. Her pussy wet and throbbing. A condition that wasn’t helped by the fact that everywhere she looked, even the air she breathed, bore his mark.
    She inhaled, dragging in the scent of his spicy cologne. Her glance idly swept