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secretary.”
    Morgan grinned then shot a glance up at Bruce and nodded. “That’s all right with me. How about you, Bryce?”
    “She’ll do what I tell her,” Bryce growled. “If I want her to open her mouth for you to fuck, she’ll do it. Won’t you, Miss Wood?”
    Raelie’s excitement was so intense she didn’t know how she managed to suppress a squeal. However she suspected that Bryce wouldn’t be pleased at her loss of control.
    “Yes sir,” she managed to mumble through tight lips.
    “Morgan, she can’t open your pants for you,” Bryce drawled.
    “Oh, right.” Morgan straightened and unbuttoned his slacks then slid down the zipper. He carefully untucked his cock from the flap of his boxers and pumped his fist once down his stiffened shaft.
    Raelie sucked in a deep breath and couldn’t help but stare. The man was huge. No wonder all the women in the building held no grudges once he’d moved on. They’d feel it was an once-in-a-lifetime privilege to take that cock deep inside their bodies.
    Morgan gripped himself beneath the head and pointed the tip at her lips. He pushed against her closed mouth.
    Remembering to breathe, she opened wide and wrapped her lips around her teeth, letting him slide inside while struggling to ignore the palm smoothing in circles on her ass. When Bryce’s hand left her bottom, she groaned, her attention arrested. A sharp slap landed on one cheek, and she gasped around Morgan’s dick.
    Morgan hissed. “Bite me and I swear I’ll be beating that pretty ass too. Got that?”
    She nodded, bracing herself for the next blow. When it came, she was prepared.
    Bryce’s broad hand left behind stinging heat with every slap that had her pussy drenched in seconds. Raelie breathed noisily through her nostrils.
    Morgan let go of himself and gripped the sides of her head, supporting her as he stroked into her, using shallow thrusts at first, quick little flutters that forced her to suction hard to hold him inside her mouth. “That’s it, baby,” he ground out. “Suck it hard. Fuck, your mouth feels good.”
    She moaned with pleasure at his praise, using her tongue to tell him how much she appreciated it, adding a swirl over his broad cap, pointing the tip to slide it into the vertical slit, then curling it to flutter beneath the ridge defining the head.
    Morgan’s scent was musky and earthy. Male sweat, concrete dust, and just plain dirt clung to his skin, but she didn’t care because he loved her mouth. He’d told her so.
    “Damn, you’re hot,” he said, pulling her hair. “Fucking that sweet mouth is like fucking a pussy. Baby, let me come deeper.”

    He shoved past her tongue, tapping the back of her throat, and she thought that was as far as he intended to go, but a slap against her rump by Bryce and hard tug at her hair from Morgan, disabused her of that idea.
    “Loosen your jaws,” Morgan said, his voice sounding rough as gravel. “Breathe through your nose and let me into your throat. You can do it. And don’t you dare choke on me.”
    At the gravelly texture of his voice, her pussy clenched. Behind her, fingers slowly rimmed her opening, and she took a deep fortifying breath.
    “Open wide and let Morgan sink deeper,” Bryce said, his voice taut and stern.
    Raelie gave a whimper but widened her jaw, allowing Morgan to tunnel deeper.
    Her lips were stretched around him, her jaws aching, but the emotions scrolling over his face—deep arousal, approval, a hint of his usual swagger—made her stay the course.
    Morgan’s face reddened, sweat sprouted on his forehead, and his thrusts quickened. “Swallow it, swallow it all.”
    Scalding spurts filled her mouth—viscous, salty, tangy. Her jaws burned but she remained obedient, her lips sucking hard, her throat working as he stroked toward her throat, and she swallowed down his cum.
    When he pulled free from her mouth, he knelt and kissed her, his tongue penetrating and sliding deep. He had to have tasted himself