Pleasing Sir Read Free

damned string of large white pearls while one sleek thigh scissored atop the other had been sheer torture. He’d rushed through the meeting agenda to push the men out of the office before he betrayed the uncomfortable extent of his distraction.
    Raelie was becoming an obsession. Every pout of her lips, even the way she gazed up at him, wide-eyed and expectant, had driven him slowly into blue-ball hell. He was quickly realizing that the timetable he’d worked out in his mind for a careful seduction, once Kathryn returned, didn’t take into consideration his constant state of arousal or the blonde woman’s tenacity.
    For the sake of his business and his sanity, he either had to fire her or step up the schedule.
    “There,” Morgan said, leaning over his shoulder and pointing toward the entrance to the copier room.
    She stood in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder, an action made suspicious by the furtive way she looked up and down the hallway. Was she planning to steal supplies from the cabinet?
    He set his cursor over the view into the room, watching her enter and quietly lock the door behind her.
    “Is our little Raelie a thief?” Morgan said, laughter in his voice.

    “I don’t think so,” Bryce said, his body tightening with irritation.
    Morgan might be his partner in business and one of his wingmen when he cruised the clubs, but this time, Bryce felt oddly possessive toward this particular woman. She had to be his first. He wished like hell he hadn’t been tempted to mention the fact to Morgan. Now, Morgan felt it was his duty to help Bryce make a hook-up.
    She walked toward the copier and slipped her feet out of the pretty pink pumps that had teased him all through the meeting with the crew. Then she reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it on one side. Her free hand disappeared beneath it and a wispy bit of lace drifted down her long, silky legs toward the floor.
    When the hell had she removed her pantyhose?
    “Do you think she has a clue we have a camera in there?” Morgan murmured.
    “Obviously not,” Bruce clipped, annoyed that Morgan was enjoying his tension.
    Morgan had been the one to tempt him with the security cams the day Raelie occupied Kathryn’s desk. Ever since, Bryce had been obsessed, tapping keys to find her a dozen times a day, watching for a glimpse into her thoughts, looking for a hint of how to entice her to play.
    However, he quickly discovered he was the one caught. Just watching the swell of her breasts as she breathed turned him on. Temptation was making him the worst sort of perv, not that Morgan seemed to have the same scruples as he leaned closer to the screen.
    Raelie took a small step stool and placed it next to the copier then opened the cover and turned. Pulling up her skirt in back to expose her bottom, she sat on the glass.
    “Fuck!” Morgan breathed.
    Bryce wanted to give him a shove, but couldn’t tear his gaze from the screen.
    Raelie’s skirt pooled around her hips, cutting off their view of her lush ass.
    Holding up her skirt in front with one hand, she reached between her legs and hit the start button. Light flashed, rolling beneath her. Paper spat out the side.
    She leaned over, glancing at the sheet resting on the hopper. Her nose wrinkled, and then both her hands disappeared between her legs. She wiggled a bit and bent to mash the button again.
    Morgan smacked his shoulder. “Look in the queue, dumbass.”
    “What?” he said, shaking his head, unwilling to look away from the young woman who smiled impishly as she took pictures of her intimate parts.
    Morgan snorted. “It’s a new machine. Didn’t you pay attention to the demonstration?”
    “Of course not,” Bryce said nastily, his gaze still glued to the monitor. “It’s what I have a secretary for.”
    “You’ll be glad I was listening.” Morgan shoved Bryce’s chair aside and commandeered the keyboard. He opened a file, and then clicked on an icon for a document.
    A picture filled