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walked toward him, but stopped halfway between the desk and the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice my chest from that distance.
    “Closer,” he said. “I won’t bite.” His wicked grin said he was lying.
    Trying to keep my upper body as still as possible so the chain wouldn’t sway under my blouse, I stepped closer.
    His eyes skimmed me, from the top of my up-done hair to my heels. They darted back to my chest.
    Damn.
    “What’s going on there?” He waggled a finger back and forth indicating my chest area.
    “Hmm? Um…nothing.” Maybe he’d buy it. This situation was too bizarre to reveal to anyone.
    “Unbutton your blouse.”
    Oh no! I didn’t want him to know what his brother had done to me. I especially didn’t want him to know that I’d enjoyed it in some perverse way. I really didn’t like Mason when he wasn’t disciplining me.
    But his brother was a different story.
    Dixon was still staring at me. Waiting. I knew there was no use arguing, so I complied.
    “Pull it open.”
    I grasped the sides of the blouse and separated them, revealing the nipple clamps. I didn’t have to look down to know my chest was turning splotchy red from embarrassment.
    “Where did you get those?” He looked like he already knew.
    “Your brother.” I felt the flush crawling up my neck. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
    “What happened?” His tone was forced calm. He seemed angrier than he was Friday.
    “I misspelled a word on his grocery list.”
    “So he punished you.”
    “Yes.”
    His arms had been resting on the arms of his chair, but he sat forward, putting his weight on them. His look was intense.
    “Did he touch you?”
    What did that mean? Mason had punished me, but had he actually touched me? What was his brother asking?
    “He punished me, but he used the clamps and the belt.”
    Dixon relaxed against the back of his chair. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous.
    But that couldn’t be. This was just a bizarre game they were playing with their new office girl. Wasn’t it?
    “My brother doesn’t know anything about disciplining employees…or women.”
    Did he mean his brother didn’t know anything about disciplining women or didn’t know anything about women, period? I decided it didn’t matter.
    “Take off your blouse and come here.” Dixon’s voice was gentle, as though he was going to make everything right. Although I wasn’t sure which part he thought was wrong, since my bosses had such weird ideas about appropriate office behavior.
    After I laid my blouse on a guest chair, I rounded the desk. He rolled his chair back and patted his thighs.
    Seriously? I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his offer, but he watched me expectantly.
    Tentatively, I settled onto his lap.
    His left arm cradled my shoulders. With his right hand, he pulled my legs up so they hung over the armrest of his chair.
    As I became aware of all the places my body pressed against his, I noticed how different he smelled than his brother. His scent was so subtle, I couldn’t be sure if I was smelling soap, or shampoo, or just him.
    Whatever it was, I liked it. I took a deeper breath to try to get more.
    “First, we need to get rid of these,” he said as he removed one clamp, then the other. “My brother is a little medieval in his methods.” He laid the clamps on his desk.
    When he brought his hand back, it rested on my breast. My lungs shivered as I breathed.
    His thumb skimmed over my flesh, massaging my tortured nub.
    I realized that my nipple had numbed during the afternoon. But as he pressed and swirled, it returned to life and began sending waves of sensation down my torso.
    He moved to the other breast and worked the feeling into that nipple. His touch was so arousing and so comforting at the same time.
    He’d been gazing at my breasts as he worked, seemingly mesmerized. Suddenly he looked into my eyes.
    “I almost forgot you weren’t properly punished yet.”
    I felt my eyes grow