Page 65 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“Could you please send Luci to my office?” Justin asked.
“Absolutely.” Landon disconnected the call, then cocked an eyebrow at me.
When I got to my feet, he held out his hand.
I frowned.
“I’ll take the vibrator for now. We don’t want you to have too much fun, now do we? But feel free to come get it out of my desk as needed.”
I swallowed hard but managed to pass the silver bullet over to him. When I turned, he reached for my wrist, then spun me back around. His lips met mine in a sweet kiss that didn’t do a damn thing to stave off the frustration taking over my body.
“Remember,” he said softly. “One thirty and four. Don’t let me find out that you disregarded my direct order.”
When he released me, I went right for the door.
This time, as I made my exit, I knew I lacked any sort of grace.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Twenty-Five
BY THE TIME FIVE O’CLOCK rolled around and I was gearing up to head home, I was ready to crawl right out of my skin.
Not only had Ben teased me that morning, I had also spent half an hour entertaining Landon and Langston with the vibrator, only to have Justin request me to file a huge stack of paperwork he’d apparently saved up for, like, maybe two years.
Did I mention that the filing cabinets lined the hallway that led out of my office? Well, they did.
And that meant I spent the better part of the afternoon bending over and putting papers into drawers. While I was naked. Oh, and that didn’t even count the two times I had masturbated at my desk.
Not only were my private parts on display for Landon, Langston, and Ben while I was filing and teasing myself—which they all seemed to really enjoy—but I kept freaking myself out thinking that Jordan was going to come down the hall at any moment and witness my nakedness.
Thankfully, Jordan didn’t come down the hall. I only assumed my bosses had a hand in keeping him at the front for the entire day. Needless to say, by the time I was finished filing, I was at my wits’ end.
“Luci, I’d like to see you in my office please,” Ben called as I was getting ready to pull my clothes out of my desk drawer.
Swallowing hard, I composed myself as best as I could—not an easy feat when naked—then walked into his office.
The sun was already setting low in the sky due to the time of year and I knew for a fact that anyone in the building adjacent to ours could see inside Ben’s office. He’d obviously left the blinds open and turned all of the lights on for a reason.
“Yes, sir?” I asked when I stepped into the room.
“Come here, gumdrop,” he said softly, patting the top of his desk. “Have a seat.”
I was surprised by the pet name he used. It was different, and oddly sweet. I walked over to him and positioned myself on top of his desk when he rolled his chair out of the way.
“Put your feet up here,” he instructed, taking my ankles and helping to position my feet on the armrests of his chair.
This, of course, put his head right between my thighs.
My breath caught in my chest when he teased my nipples with his fingertips.
“I’ve thought about these pretty nipples all day.” He met my gaze. “How they’d feel against my tongue when they’re hard and aching.”
Rather than help alleviate some of the sexual frustration by doing as he mentioned, Ben stopped, then retrieved something out of his desk. When he looked up at me, he was smiling.
Although I genuinely liked these guys, I was starting to hold a grudge. It was one thing to play with me, but to forbid me to climax seemed like unnecessary torture.
“I have something for you.”
I wasn’t sure I could handle another gift from any of these men. I didn’t even have to guess at what he’d gotten me. A second later, he held up a gold chain with clamps on each end.
“Hold your breasts up for me, Luci,” he crooned softly.
I drew in a deep breath, then lifted my breasts in my hands. I was once again robbed of air when his warm breath fanned my left nipple. His tongue followed, then he sucked me into his mouth completely, teasing my nipple until it hardened beneath his tongue.
When he pulled back, he focused on connecting the clamp. There was a circular piece that closed around my nipple and he then turned something that tightened it. It hurt. Badly.
“Breathe deeply,” he ordered when I hissed. “It’s not so much painful as it is uncomfortable.”
Apparently, he’d never put clamps on then, because the pain was excruciating, shooting from my nipple out through my scalp.
