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Her breasts felt swollen, nipples tingling. There was only one answer. “Yes,” she breathed.

His mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding past her lips.

Lauren moaned, giving in to her desire for him, her need for him. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting, tangling with her own. She felt a rush of heat spread over her, circling her waist then diving down lower.

“You like to be controlled,” he said, breaking the kiss.

She blinked, her vision blurred in a sexual haze. “Yes.”

“Then you shall get what you like,” he said. “If this goes too far, if you feel you’ve had enough or are at your limit, just say stop.

Agreed?”

She nodded, her insides trembling with the need for him to take her and make her his own. “Agreed.”

Justice leaned back and took her hands. “Stand up.” He rose from the couch, pulling her up with him.

Lauren’s legs felt watery. She placed her hands on his shoulders, wanting to dig her fingers in, wanting to pull his mouth down to hers again. She wanted him to take the lead…

“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and forceful.

She turned, her back now to him.

He stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. His hands splayed across her stomach then slid upward, cupping her breasts.

Lauren leaned her head back against him and bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes as his fingers grazed her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

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“Raise your arms and put them around my neck,” he instructed.

“Then spread your legs.”

She snaked her arms around his neck, the movement shoving her breasts forward. She parted her legs, widening her stance. She felt his erection, hard and full, nestled against her bottom. “Like this?” she asked.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending sparks shooting through her breasts. “Yes, like that.” One of his hands moved down, down to the hem of her dress, and pulled it up. “What do you have under here?” he asked. Then his hand was at the waistband of her panties, sliding inside them. “Are you ready for me?” His finger dipped into her cleft.

Lauren shuddered. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”

His finger found her little nubbin and gave it a stroke.

Her thighs tensed, and she fought not to push against his hand while his other hand drew slow circles around her right nipple.

“Let’s get these panties off. I want to be able to touch you with no boundaries,” he said. He removed his hand from inside her panties and grasped her wrists, removing her arms from around his neck.

“Take them off, Lauren.”

Trembling, she didn’t turn to look at him but reached beneath the skirt of her dress and slid her panties down her legs then stepped out of them. She smoothed her dress down and stood still, waiting for his next instruction.

“Don’t think about anything, Lauren. Just let go. Let me guide you.” His hands settled on her waist, turning her to face the desk. He cupped her chin in one hand and tilted her head back. Nuzzling her ear, he whispered, “God, I want you.”

She shuddered again. “Then take me.”

He groaned and took her wrists again. “Hands on the desk,” he ordered.

She did as she was told, placing her hands on the desk. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders when she dropped her head and closed
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her eyes. His hot hands grazed her hips, urging her to step backward and bend further at the waist. Then she felt cool air on her bottom as her skirt was raised up, exposing her. She bit her lip, trying not to moan.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Justice said, running his hands over the globes of her bottom. “Smooth, round.
Mine
.”

His hand dipped between her legs, one finger sliding into her wet sheath. He began to stroke in and out. “Do you like?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

He added another finger, his other hand moving to the front and her clit. He drew circles around her swollen nubbin, making her tremble all the more. She arched her back, moving back against his hand as he stroked in and out with his fingers.

“Hmm, yeah, you do like this. That’s my girl. Let yourself go. Be yourself. You’re with me, and I keep your secrets.” He slid the hand at her clit up to cup her breast and tweaked the nipple again.

She let out a little moan, her breath beginning to come in shallow gasps.

“Okay, Lauren, stand still for a moment.” His hands left her.

Her insides were buzzing with electricity. At this point, all thoughts about the job were forgotten. The only thing whizzing through her mind was having Justice Cane take her, having him control her.

The sound of him removing his pants, his belt jangling, came from behind her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, to wait.

Then he was behind her again, his cock sliding between her thighs, hot and silky smooth.

“Please,”
she uttered, moving her hips back against him.

“What do you want, Lauren? You have to tell me. Tell me now,”

he commanded.

She let out a little whine. “Please…fuck me.”

“Oh God,” he said, groaning. Then he was inside her in one forceful stroke.

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“Yes!” she cried out, splaying her hands on the desktop.

His hands clutched her hips, each stroke pounding into her deeper.

“Fuck me, Lauren.”

She braced her feet and met him thrust for thrust, her breath coming in great, deep gasps. His shaft seared her insides, branding her with lusty heat. Each thrust rocked her to her core, sending her closer to the edge.

The tingling began, a tickle at first, then building into an electric sizzle that coiled inside her. The sound of him pounding into her, the slap of skin against skin, filled her ears. “I’m gonna…gonna…” she choked out.

“Come, Lauren! Come now!” he told her.

And the rush of pleasure drowned her, her hot sheath clutching him, milking him, sending sensation along every nerve of her body.

“Yessssss!” she screamed, throwing her head back.

“Aw God,” Justice yelled, tensing, spilling himself inside her, digging his fingers into her hips.

Lauren collapsed, her arms giving way. She gulped, trying to catch her breath.

Justice released her hips and stepped away from her, his breath coming in rough gasps. “Damn,” he said. “That was—”

“Amazing,” she finished for him. She straightened, smoothing the skirt of her dress down over her backside. She turned as he was putting his pants back on.

Buckling his belt, he looked up at her and smiled. He took a step toward her and wrapped his arms around her.

Their lips met in a tender kiss.

“This,” he said, leaning his forehead against hers, “is bonding.”

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Chapter Five

Lauren couldn’t believe what had just transpired between them.

What had she been thinking? She had given in to Justice so easily it was like—well—she
was
easy.

She dropped down on the couch, a hard knot forming in her stomach. “Oh my goodness,” she said, placing her trembling fingers to her lips.

Justice sat down beside her, concern etched on his face. “What’s wrong? Lauren, are you all right?”

Unshed tears stung her eyes. “I-I can’t believe we-we—” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she met his gaze levelly. “That was very unprofessional of me. I hope you won’t allow my actions to affect your decision to hire me.” She laced her fingers together and rested her hands in her lap, both feet firmly on the floor. It was extremely hard to hold her head high when her panties were lying on the floor in front of her new boss’s desk.

“Hey, what happened?” Justice asked, placing his hand over hers.

“Just a few moments ago, you were ready to share yourself with me.

Now you’re all tense.”

Lauren let out a little laugh. “I admit I am so attracted to you that my judgment flew right out the window, but I can’t believe everyone in this firm is willing to share
all
of themselves to be able to bond with each other.”

“What’s so hard to believe?” He squeezed her hand. “We like each other immensely. We have nothing to hide from each other because we know all of our desires. If someone has a specific passion, there’s usually one of us who will indulge it. It makes our working
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environment so much more relaxed, and there’s no pent-up frustration getting in our way. No hostility toward each other.”

“You make it sound like a workable paradise.”

He smiled, dimples dotting his cheeks. “It is, actually.”

He smiled so easily and his eyes held such a sense of honesty that Lauren trusted him. There was something about him that told her he would never hurt her, would not betray her confidences. “I want to be able to talk to someone, to be able to trust someone enough they can be my confidant,” she said.

Justice took her hands in his. “You can trust me. You can trust us.

Believe me, Lauren.”

Her heart swelled with hope. Could she really have found coworkers—friends—who could be trusted with her secrets? She chewed her bottom lip, debating with herself.

Justice sighed. He patted her hand and rose from the couch. “I can see you’re unsure, and that’s understandable.” He moved behind his desk and opened the center drawer, pulling out a sheaf of paperwork.

“I usually don’t reveal this until the end of bonding camp, but since you seem so unsettled…” He came around the desk and handed the paperwork to her.

“What’s this?” she asked, taking it from him.

“Read it. I think it will make you feel better.” He sat down beside her, placing his arm around her shoulder.

Lauren leaned back, the warmth of his arm around her comforting.

She began to read…

* * * *

Justice hoped the agreement in writing would allay her fears. It was a shame he had to reveal it so early in the game, especially when she had given in and allowed him to take control of her after telling him her secret of liking to be controlled. He watched her face as she read the document. Just how strictly controlled did she want to be, he
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wondered. Did she want to explore a bit of bondage? Would she allow it? Would she allow herself?

He shifted on the couch, the thought of Lauren in bindings awakening his erection yet again.

Lauren laid the paperwork on her lap and turned toward him.

“This is a contract.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“It says that anything that happens between myself and any employee, including the partners, whether it be spoken, implied, or a physical action, will be kept in the strictest confidence from today in perpetuity. Even if myself and the company part ways.” The look on her face was incredulous.

“Yes, it does state that.”

“And if any of my ‘secrets’ are revealed by anyone at any time, the firm will pay me the sum of five million dollars.”

He toyed with a strand of her hair, running the silky tress through his fingers. “It’s a legal document. If having a signed copy of this document in your hand would help you feel better about the situation, then we will arrange it. Myself, Morgan, and Crystal have power of attorney to sign for all the personnel employed by us, so you just say the word, and we can take care of it within half an hour.”

Lauren let out a huge sigh, her uncertainty evident on her face.

“How many of your staff have asked for this to be signed?” she asked, rolling the papers into a tube.

Justice traced the edge of her ear with a fingertip. God, he loved the way she shuddered when he touched her. He glanced down at her breasts. Her nipples were peaked, hard little pebbles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He brought his gaze up to meet hers. “Over the years we’ve been in business, three employees have asked that we sign it.”

“Are they still employed by the firm? Have you ever paid off on a claim against the contract?”

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“Yes, they are still employed here, and no, we’ve never been asked to pay up.” He wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger.

“And do you know why?”

She shook her head.

“Because,” he said, moving close enough their noses touched, “we bond. And once we bond—we never tell.” He traced her bottom lip with his tongue. Her lips parted in invitation. “Will you tell us your secrets, Lauren?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Justice smiled then kissed her lightly. “I’m so glad to hear that.

Now, it’s almost time for your meeting with Morgan. Would you like to freshen up a bit first?”

Lauren cleared her throat. “Um, yes. I should.”

Justice could still see the heat of passion in her eyes, which was good. Morgan would instantly be drawn to it. “You can freshen up in there,” he said, pointing toward a door at the back of his office that led to a fully stocked bathroom.

“Thank you.”

“And while you’re freshening up, would you like me to have the partners sign the agreement?”

Lauren looked at the papers still rolled up in her hand then back at him. She’d be a fool not to sign it. Whether they kept her secrets or revealed them, it was a win-win situation for her. True, if her sexual fantasies got out, she’d be embarrassed—but with five million dollars, she could move to any part of the country and start her own law firm.

“Actually, yes. I would.” She tilted her head. “I hope you don’t mind.”

He held out his hand for the document. “Of course not. I’ll have these signed while you freshen up.” She rose from the couch, and he took the document from her. Moving to the desk, he grabbed a pen.

“Here, you go ahead and sign. I’ll sign. Then I’ll send it off for Morgan and Crystal to sign.”

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She smiled slightly, took the pen, and signed. Justice took the pen from her and signed his name.

“There we go,” he said, rolling up the document. “You go on and freshen up. I’ll be back with a signed copy for you before you’re finished.”