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the screen—Raelie’s pretty, shell-pink pussy bracketed by pale buttocks, her lovely, orchid-shaped inner lips spread to display the opening of her vagina, which was deep and dark…beckoning.
    “She’s a real blonde,” Morgan murmured.
    Bryce clamped his jaw closed, the rush of blood toward his cock robbing him momentarily of the ability to speak.
    “Well, will you lookie there,” Morgan said, touching the screen twice, pointing to the glints of gold piercing her inner lips. Morgan turned to Bryce and waggled his eyebrows. “Think she knows we can access what’s printing?”
    “Of course not,” Bryce said, scowling at his grinning friend. “She’d be mortified.”
    Bryce hesitated a moment, then ground out, “Print it. Print every one of them. Then delete the entire file. But use another computer.”
    While Morgan hurried out of his office, Bryce switched back to the video feed in the copier room.
    Raelie hopped off the glass and smoothed her skirts down her sides. She gathered the copies from the hopper then bent over to grab her panties from the floor. She used them to wipe the copier glass and balled them up inside her fist. Taking a deep breath, she walked back to the door and unlocked it.
    Morgan sped back into his office, papers clutched in one hand, which he slammed against Bryce’s chest. “Done,” he said, with a sly look. “What are you gonna do with them?”
    “Morgan, have a seat there,” Bryce said, pointing toward the sofa to the side.
    Morgan raised a brow. “Thought you might be worried about embarrassing her.”
    Bryce snorted, anger building in his gut. “Not anymore. She played us, buddy.
    When she bent for her panties, she pointed her sweet little cunt right at the camera.”
    Morgan’s grin reflected delight, which annoyed the hell out of Bryce.
    Bryce tightened his tie and headed out of the office to find the not-so-innocent Miss Raelie Wood and let her know there were consequences for misappropriating office property.
    The wait was over.

Chapter Three
    Raelie bent to retrieve her purse from the bottom drawer of the EA’s desk and slipped inside the panties and the copies she’d made.
    Bryce’s office door opened, and she straightened, knowing her face burned. She hoped he didn’t intend to stay much longer, because she needed to get into the online copier folder and delete the pictures of her pussy.
    “Do you have a minute, Ms. Wood?” he said, his words sounding clipped.
    “Of course, sir,” she said breathlessly, still horribly aroused. She’d wiped the copier glass with her panties, but knew she’d have to return with some Windex. She’d gushed arousal as the machine vibrated and heated beneath her bottom. She’d imagined Bryce looking at the pictures of her cunt, and she’d been transported.
    His face looked so stern as she passed him upon entering his inner sanctum that she faltered for a moment, wondering if she’d been caught after all. However, Morgan sat on the dark leather couch inside. Surely, this was all about business. He wouldn’t chastise her in front of another man. “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave, sir?”
    Bryce’s eyes narrowed, and he stared for a long, disconcerting moment.
    Raelie fought the urge to fidget. If he was the guy, he’d want her to show greater self-control. Still, she couldn’t help lifting her chin a notch and meeting his gaze.
    A soft snort gusted from his otherwise implacable face. Then Bryce thrust a paper toward her.
    Raelie glanced down, saw the picture of her genitals, and felt a flush of humiliation heat her cheeks and creep down her throat to the tops of her breasts. This was so not how she had imagined she’d feel in her fantasies. “I can explain…” she began, but couldn’t continue when she looked up again.
    His expression didn’t betray a thing—not disgust or anger, and sadly not a hint of arousal. “Miss Wood, what were you thinking?” he said, his voice dead even.
    She bit her