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tingling nub. With every plunge of those fingers, my body burned hotter. My stomach tensed. My legs. My chest. Oh God, I was going to come.
    A flare of heat blazed through me.
    Yes, yes, yes!
    He stopped, just as I was about to tumble over the precipice.
    My heart was thumping, I was gasping, writhing. My eyes snapped open.
    Why did he stop?
    He was smiling. It was an evil expression, taunting. But in a playful way. “Frustrated a little?”
    “No.”
    “Good. That’s just a hint of what’s to come. Now, let’s get back to work. Your lunch break’s over.”
    Cruel bastard!
    I gritted my teeth as I watched him untie my wrists. My tissues were still burning, twitching, and wet. Now I had no panties. And I was still a little lightheaded from breathing so hard and from the endorphins that had been charging through my system like a mad rhino.
    Not to mention, I was starving.
    How would I concentrate?
    Grumbling under my breath, I shuffled after my demanding tease of a boss back out to his office. As he circled around his desk, I noticed there were cartons sitting on it. Foam ones. Restaurant carryout containers.
    Oh God, someone had come into his office and placed those on his desk while he’d been tying me to my chair!
    I was mortified at the thought that everyone would be whispering about the boss and me in my office, moaning and whimpering.
    I slid a glance at the closed door. How much had they heard?
    Kameron cleared his throat. “My receptionist is extremely trustworthy. She would never talk about anything she saw or heard. Never.”
    Why didn’t that make me feel better? Was it because she would know I was doing something with the boss, something besides taking dictation or setting up appointments?
    God, she would think I was one of those girls, whores who did their bosses to get ahead.
    Suddenly, I wasn’t so hungry anymore.
    Oblivious to my guilt trip, Kameron was unwrapping the cartons. He placed one in front of me.
    I thanked him, knowing I needed to act like this whole thing was okay for now. I had agreed to his terms. There was no backing out until I had another job lined up. I hadn’t been 100 percent okay with the situation when it had been just the two of us in my office. And now that I was aware of at least one other person knowing, suddenly I felt even worse—dirty and ashamed.
    The sooner I found another job, the better.
    He was holding a fork in his hand, looking at me. “Eat. We need to get back to work.”
    I poked at a potato, popped it in my mouth. Chewed. Swallowed without tasting it.
    “You’ve become quiet,” he said as he studied me with those sharp, piercing eyes.
    “I’m fine.”
    His gaze didn’t leave my face. Not once as he ate, which made it that much harder for me to eat. “Is it Stephanie you’re worried about?”
    I shrugged.
    “She’s in no position to judge you.”
    “Meaning . . . you’ve tied her to her chair too?”
    His lips quirked. “No. I’ve never done that with an employee before.”
    Now, that statement surprised me. Since he’d seemed so casual about our arrangement, and since he hadn’t denied my earlier accusation that there had been others, I’d assumed he had done the same thing with at least one other assistant.
    He tipped his head. “You’re surprised.”
    “A little. You didn’t—”
    “I didn’t deny having played these games with others,” he finished for me.
    “Why?” I asked, trying to understand. This man was odd. He did and said things that didn’t make sense.
    “I didn’t deny it because I have played these kinds of games with others. But I didn’t mean other employees.” He leaned forward slightly. His eyes narrowed. “You don’t like me very much, do you.”
    “Well . . .” I was treading in dangerous territory here. What Kameron had proposed wasn’t respectable. In fact, it was grounds for a hefty lawsuit. He’d taken advantage of me, my dependency on my job, and my situation with my brother.
    Angling back, he