Morgan's Protege

Bonding Camp 2

Morgan’s Protégé Grace is a spitfire. She always has been, thanks to her looks. Looking like you're a teenager when you want to be taken seriously tends to make you a bit outspoken. No one has ever been able to tell her what to do, and since she decided to be a lawyer, she hasn't let anyone stop her. And it's paid off. Now she's going to learn from the best—Morgan Moss. Morgan has never met anyone like Grace Moore. A small sprite of a woman, her attitude is twice her size. When her eyes meet his, he is a goner. She isn't intimidated by him. He wants to learn more about her. She wants to learn all she can from him, and what better place to teach her than at Bonding Camp? Will she allow him to educate her in all matters of being part of the law firm? Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men. Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 20,490 words

MORGAN’S PROTÉGÉ Bonding Camp 2

Christelle Mirin

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Chapter One Grace Moore heard something crash in the office across from where she sat. She jumped, nervous about meeting the man behind that door. It didn’t sound like he was in a good mood. Wouldn’t she just know it? Today was the day she was to meet the man she was going to intern with over the summer, and it didn’t sound like his day was going very well. Morgan Moss, partner at Cane, Moss, and White, one of the most prestigious law firms in the tristate area, was the man behind that door. She’d heard a lot about Mr. Moss and his intimidating personality. Well, she wasn’t going to let it faze her. She’d worked hard for this internship, and she wasn’t going to let him intimidate her. Putting on a smile, she waited to be called into his office and meet the man face-to-face. She hoped he didn’t think she was too inexperienced to be an intern for him. She was twenty-two and had the summer before starting law school to learn as much as she could about how a law office functioned. There was no way she was going to pass up this opportunity. She hoped to make a good impression because this was the law firm she wanted to be a part of once she finished her education.

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Smoothing the silk blouse she wore and adjusting the collar, she hoped she didn’t look too young. She had that problem a lot. People thought she was still a teenager, and her professors at college let her know it would hamper her in the courtroom if she ever did pass the bar. Her mother always told her she’d appreciate the fact she looked young when she was in her thirties and forties. Maybe so, but it sure wasn’t helping her now. A nice-looking man exited the office on the left and walked toward the secretary, who was sitting at her desk on Grace’s right. He was carrying a folder. “Here you go,” he said, handing it to the secretary, then turned toward Grace. “Hello. Is there something I can do for you?” His hazel eyes were warm and friendly. Grace smiled up at him. “I’m waiting to see Mr. Moss.” “You are?” His lips bloomed in an inviting smile. “Have you been waiting long? Sometimes he gets involved in something and only focuses on it, forgetting he might have someone waiting for him. Want me to go check?” He raised an eyebrow. She crossed her legs, her dress pants sliding over her skin softly. “It hasn’t been that long. I don’t want to be a bother.” “It’s no bother. I’ll pop into his office and see just what’s keeping him. You wait here.” He strode to the office directly across from where Grace was sitting. She chewed her lip, hoping that his help didn’t get her in hot water. It was three o’clock and her appointment was at 2:30, but she really didn’t mind waiting. Unless, of course, she ended up waiting until five and the office began to close for the day. Maybe Mr. Moss had forgotten about her. After all, she was just an intern and not a client. Scratch that. She was a prospective intern. She didn’t have the spot locked down yet. The nice-looking man came out of the office and walked up to her, extending his hand. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Justice Cane. You can call me Justice.”

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Grace stood, smiled, and gave him her best handshake. He was a partner. She hadn’t even recognized him from the pictures she’d seen of the three partners of Cane, Moss, and White. He was much nicer looking in person. Sparkling hazel eyes and slightly mussed chestnut hair accented his quick smile. “Nice to meet you, Justice. I’m Grace Moore. I’m here to see Mr. Moss concerning the summer internship.” She pulled her hand from his grasp. The smile on his face changed slightly, but it was enough for her to notice the difference. It had turned a bit mischievous. “The internship,” he said. “Tell you what, why don’t I go in with you? After all, if you’re going to be working here, you’ll also be working for me.” Grace glanced down at the floor for a second. When she looked back up, Justice’s smile was still in place. “He’s that mad, huh?” she asked. “Why would you ask that?” Was this a test? Okay, she’d play along. “First, he’s kept me waiting for forty-five minutes now, which tells me he’s either too busy to be bothered with me or he’s having a bad day because something isn’t going right and he’s behind on his appointments.” Justice started to say something, but she cut him off with her next argument, holding up two fingers for emphasis. “Second,” she continued, “a few minutes ago I heard a crash in his office. This is a law office. Hearing a crash is an implication that something is very wrong behind that door, or Mr. Moss has just knocked over his favorite vase.” She paused to take a breath. Justice crossed his arms and chuckled. “And third”—she added another finger to the two she already had raised—“your offer to accompany me inside to face the ogre behind the door supports the position of something being wrong that I made in my two points.” There, now just breathe and hope you didn’t just blow the job. She dropped her hand, waiting for him to respond. Chancing a furtive look

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at the secretary who was sitting behind her desk, Grace wasn’t surprised to see her wide-eyed look. She looked back at Justice, pressing her lips together and looking him directly in the eye. “Well?” “Did you learn that in school?” There was a sparkle in his eyes. “Learn what?” “How to argue a point.” “Yes.” She put her hand on her hip. Justice barked out a short laugh. “If he doesn’t hire you, I will. You already know how to make a damn good argument.” He turned toward Mr. Moss’s office, gesturing for her to follow. “Come on. Let’s see if you can handle Morgan like you handled me.” Grace straightened her shoulders and followed. She was determined. If her little diatribe in the lobby didn’t automatically get her fired before she was hired, she just might get lucky and snag this job. “Morgan, there’s someone here I think you should meet,” Justice said, stepping to the side of Mr. Moss’s desk after he entered the office. Grace followed, approaching the front of the desk. She stopped in between the two chairs that were strategically placed in front of the desk for his clients. The chair he was sitting in was turned to face the row of bookcases behind the desk. Slowly and smoothly, the chair turned toward her, and then she was looking directly into the piercing dark eyes of Morgan Moss. Something shifted inside, her pulse increasing by a few beats. She drew a breath slowly in through her nose, steadying herself. Good God, the man was the most devilish-looking man she’d ever seen. And he was gorgeous, even if he was at least ten years older than she.

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Shoving her right hand forward over the desk, she smiled her best cheerleader-type smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Moss. I’m Grace Moore.” His movements were tight and calculated. He unfolded himself from the leather chair, rising to his full height before taking her hand in his. As he rose, Grace kept her eyes on his face, and by the time he stood behind his desk, her head was tilted at quite an angle. He must be at least six foot five or more. His hand wrapped around hers, squeezing gently. “Morgan Moss,” he said, his voice deep, washing over her like faraway thunder. Grace wanted to slap herself. Her body was reacting to this man as if he was its master. Heat coiled in her crotch, her nipples tightening beneath her silk blouse and bra. Even worse was the fact her cheeks were growing hot. The last thing she wanted to do was blush. She pulled her hand from his and stepped back, putting some distance between them. “You want to be my intern? How old are you?” he asked, one dark eyebrow rising. Grace’s gaze didn’t waver, no matter how much his intensity was turning her on. “I’m twenty-two.” A shadow seemed to cross his eyes. He looked down at her, his gaze seeming to soften somehow. “Twenty-two,” he repeated. “Yes.” She couldn’t help but notice the way he resembled a pirate and the devil at the same time. Jet-black hair, a little too long, curling up a bit at the tops of his ears like little horns. A neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard set off his strong jaw perfectly. And his eyes…they were so intense… “Sit down, Grace.” Mr. Moss sat back down in the chair behind the desk, taking charge of the interview. Grace also noticed he addressed her by her first name. Establishing himself as my superior. She chose the chair to her right, placing her small briefcase on the floor beside it. Justice sat in the chair next to her, crossing one ankle over his knee and propping his

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elbow on the arm of the chair. Grace looked over at him. He smiled, looking like he was enjoying this meeting immensely. Mr. Moss shuffled some files on his desk then pulled one in front of him. He opened it and leaned back with some papers in his hands, reading. Grace swallowed, waiting for him to ask her a question or make a comment. She didn’t want to rush him. He already looked as if he was frustrated about something. “Well, Grace,” Mr. Moss said, laying the papers down in front of him, “it seems your résumé is pretty impressive. Why do you want to intern with us?” She was on. “I want the most experience I can get, and your firm is known for its high profile cases. You’ve got a wonderful track record of winning cases, and I’ve not heard anything untoward about the firm or the staff.” He steepled his fingers in front of his chest and leveled his gaze at her. “Where do you plan to go to law school?” “I’m hoping to be able to attend Harvard.” “Hoping?” She really didn’t want to tell him about her financial situation, but it looked like she was going to have to. “Mr. Moss—” “Morgan,” he interrupted. “If you’re going to work here, we’re going to have to be on a first name basis.” Did she already have the job? Her stomach jittered, excitement filtering through her. “Do I have the job?” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a crooked smile. “We haven’t determined that yet, now have we? Tell me why you’re ‘hoping’ to get into Harvard. Have you been accepted?” “Yes, I’ve been accepted.” “Then what’s the problem?” Her jaw tightened. “The problem is the tuition. I’ve applied for loans, and though I’ve been approved for some of the cost, I still am a

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bit short. That’s the reason my attending Harvard isn’t set at this time.” “Can’t your family help?” She folded her hands in her lap. “Morgan, I’m from a small town in Ohio. Both of my parents work in a factory. They make enough money to live comfortably, but they can’t afford to help me with my tuition. That’s one of the reasons it’s important for me that I secure this job. I need to save some money to help pay for my tuition this fall.” “I see.” He touched his fingers to his lips, his gaze almost burning through her. “Let me ask you a question then.” “Ask and I’ll give you the best answer I can come up with.” She wanted to hold her breath and fought the urge. She really wanted this job. She needed this job. Not only did she need the money, she also needed the internship for her résumé. A recommendation from the firm would open doors for her. Especially if she didn’t get a job offer here. “If I take you on as my intern, you will be working very closely with me. Long hours, a lot of paperwork. You won’t have much of a social life. Would that be acceptable to you?” He narrowed his eyes. “That’s not a problem. I’m willing to do what it takes to be a team player here at the firm.” “Are you married? Would your husband understand?” Okay, now she knew what he was getting at. He wanted to know if there was a man in her life who was going to get in the way of work. She breathed a sigh of relief in her mind, feeling a bit better about the situation. “If what you are asking is whether or not there’s going to be a problem with me working long hours, late nights, and weekends, you don’t have to worry. I’m not married, nor am I engaged. I’m not even dating at this time. I’m totally focused on my career. I will do what it takes to get where I want to be, and where I want to be is a lawyer, preferably working for this firm when I pass the bar.”

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“You want to work here, for us?” He raised an eyebrow again. “Yes. I do.” She raised her chin, looking him directly in the eye. “You are a very determined young woman, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am.” “Very confident.” He glanced at Justice, who was sitting quietly beside her. “What do you think?” Morgan asked him. Justice smiled. “I think she’s a great candidate.” Morgan looked back at her. “I have been looking for a protégé. If I do hire you, there are a few requirements to working with us. If you truly want to join our team.” Grace allowed a smile to form on her mouth. This was going very well, better than she had expected. A protégé? If Morgan Moss took her under his wing, she’d learn amazing things. This truly couldn’t be going any better. “I’m sure I can fulfill the requirements.” “Are you?” Morgan tilted his head. “We’ll see.” He reached into one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out another file, laying it on the desk in front of him. He pulled out a form and slid it across the desk toward her. “If you wouldn’t mind signing this non-disclosure release, we can discuss what is required for you to join us.” He laid a pen on top of the paper. Grace leaned forward, picking up the pen and sliding the paper off the desk. She never signed anything without reading it first. Scanning over it quickly, she noted it was a basic release. It stated that she would not disclose anything about the workings of the office, the staff, or the cases. It was a non-issue, so she leaned forward again, placing the paper on the desk, and added her signature. “There you go.” Morgan picked up the paper, read it, then placed it in the center drawer of his desk. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the desk. “Here at Cane, Moss, and White, we cherish the bond we have between our partners and our staff. If you want to be a part of that bond, we would like you to attend Bonding Camp this weekend.” “Bonding Camp?” What is this?

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“Yes. We have a compound, owned by Justice, myself, and our third partner, Crystal White, upstate. At the compound, we invite a certain few of our prospective staff to attend a bonding camp where we get to know each other and also create a bond between us that will carry over to our work environment. If you want to be one of the staff who garners some of the most intense cases and work directly with the partners, I suggest you attend.” She thought about it for a moment. What could it hurt? A weekend at their exclusive compound, schmoozing with the partners. It could help her career immensely. Sometimes, it was all about connections. And it was possible, slightly possible, if she did a good job over the summer, maybe the firm would help with her tuition. She’d heard other firms helping to pay tuition for prospective employees. “This weekend, you say?” “Yes. From Saturday morning until Sunday evening. Shall I book you?” She glanced over at Justice. He smiled brightly. Looking back at Morgan, she nodded. “Just tell me where I have to go and what time I need to be there.” A smile slowly bloomed on his lips as he leaned back in his chair again. “If everything goes well this weekend, we’ll have you start your internship on Monday morning.” Her stomach was shaking, and she wanted to let out a laugh, but she held it in. “Pick up an agenda from our secretary at the desk, and I’ll see you at the compound in the morning,” Morgan said, rising from his chair. Grace stood, extending her hand. “Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Moss.” He took her hand, holding it gently in his. “Morgan.” “Morgan.” She gave his hand a small squeeze and leaned down to pick up her briefcase. When she stood, she noticed a look pass between Morgan and Justice. Justice was now standing in front of the desk, rubbing his chin. “Is there something wrong?”

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Justice turned to her. “No, nothing’s wrong. I’ll walk you out.” He took her elbow. “Good-bye, Morgan,” she said, looking over her shoulder. Morgan was already sitting in his chair, reading another file. He waved a hand at her without looking up. As she followed Justice out of the office, she knew she needed to do more to get Morgan’s attention. She wanted to make an impression on him, one that would last. When they entered the outer office, Justice crossed to the secretary’s desk. “Sarah, could you get Grace a copy of the Bonding Camp agenda please?” “I sure can,” she said, rising and moving to a row of filing cabinets behind her. Justice turned back to Grace. “I’m glad you’ve agreed to attend. I think you’ll fit in here very nicely. Morgan must have really been impressed with you.” “How so?” Grace wondered just what she had done to impress him. True, her résumé looked good, but this firm was so prestigious it would take a lot to get in. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. “Morgan doesn’t usually invite potential employees to the compound. It’s usually myself or Crystal who takes care of that. Morgan just attends and gives his opinion after the weekend activities.” This was good news. If she made that good of an impression, she may just have a chance at a future here. “I wonder what it is about me that impressed him. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy to attend bonding camp and the chance to get to know all of you.” She pursed her lips. “What should I bring? Is there anything in particular? What exactly goes on at bonding camp?” “All of that is outlined in the agenda Sarah will give you. As long as you have an open mind and are willing to try new things, I’m sure you’ll get along fine this weekend.”

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Open mind? New things? What am I getting myself into? She shook the thoughts from her mind. It didn’t matter. Her determination would carry her through the weekend, and she wasn’t shy, so she’d be fine with almost any situation that came up. It actually was sort of exciting. “Will I have to drive? Is the address in the agenda?” She was thinking about the price of gas and whether her clunker of a car would make it without giving up the ghost on the side of the road. “Oh no, you won’t have to drive. We’ll have a car pick you up.” Justice turned to Sarah, who walked up beside him, a booklet in her hand. He took it from her. “Thanks, Sarah.” He turned back to Grace. “You’ll find most everything you need to know in here,” he said, placing his hand flat on the cover before handing it to her. She took it from him, tucking it under her arm. She’d read it later, when she was able to curl up and give it her full attention. “Will you be attending this weekend? Will Ms. White?” Justice gave her a most engaging smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m afraid Crystal won’t be able to make it. She’s out of town this week on vacation.” “Won’t she have to approve me, too?” Grace didn’t want to be left hanging while waiting on approval from a partner who wasn’t there. She wanted to get started on Monday. “If Morgan and I approve you, Crystal will agree. We’re very close. You might say we have a very close bond.” He removed his right hand from his pocket, extending it to her. “Why don’t you go on home and read through everything tonight, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Grace shook his hand and nodded. “I’ll be sure to read everything. If there’s one thing about me, I like to be prepared.” Sliding his hand back into his pants pocket, he met her gaze. “There are some things in life you can’t prepare for, Grace. This may be one of them.”

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Chapter Two Morgan tossed the file containing the Calhoun case across his desk. He’d had the most frustrating day, dealing with clients who didn’t want to listen to him and files that didn’t seem to be in any kind of order. Then in walked a beautiful young woman, and his day brightened for a few scant moments. He leaned back in his chair and turned it toward the window. Darkness was falling, and he didn’t feel like going home to an empty apartment. All he could think about for the last hour was Grace Moore and her outgoing attitude. It was very alluring, to say the least. Even though she looked to be eighteen at the most, the woman was just that—a woman. Watching the sun dip behind the city, he reminisced about Grace. She was small, only a little over five feet tall. She made him feel like a giant standing over her. He liked that, liked the fact he already felt a sort of domination over her just by using his height. She had a compact little body, but her curves begged to be traced with his large hands. He liked her small waist, full breasts, and curvy hips, but he thought her best asset may be the roundness of her ass, which looked as sweet as a bottom could ever be. Morgan loved women with round, taut asses. He liked to smooth his hands over the globes of their asses while he was taking them from behind. Just thinking about this weekend was making his dick hard. He blew out a breath, trying to settle his mind. “Bad day, huh?” Justice asked, coming into the office and plopping down in a chair on the other side of the desk.

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Morgan looked over at him, propping his chin on his hand while resting his elbow on the desk. “Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here. I get so aggravated by these clients and having to shuffle papers.” “Well, it might get easier once your intern starts working here. She can take a lot of the pressure off.” Morgan chuckled. “Where in the world did she come from? I wouldn’t have believed she was twenty-two unless I had her résumé right in front of me.” “She is something, isn’t she? I like her spunk.” Justice grinned. “She doesn’t seem to be shy at all.” He frowned. “She didn’t seem to be intimidated by me like most women are, either. I wonder how that will play out this weekend.” “This weekend. It will be interesting. Not only will the weekend help you to relax, you may have also met your match in that young girl.” “You are too funny, Justice. We don’t even know if she will agree to participate fully in our bonding.” Justice rose from the chair, stretching his arms over his head. “I don’t know. She seems pretty determined.” “She’s inexperienced.” Justice clapped his hands together and turned toward the door. “I’m sure you’ll take care of her inexperience. You’ll have her eating out of your hand by Sunday night.” “You’ll be available for the weekend? Lauren, too?” Justice stopped at the door. “Lauren can’t make it. I’ll be there. We may have to enlist Rodgers to help us out.” Morgan nodded. “I’ll see you at the compound in the morning then.” “What time will you be there?” Morgan looked out at the darkness, the lights of the buildings obscuring the stars in the sky with their brightness. He had never been good at relationships, most women shying away from his domineering

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personality. All the women he had dated in the past were intrigued by his dark, devilish looks, wanting to be with the “bad boy” of the courtroom. And it didn’t hurt that he was fairly rich. But none had been able to stand up to him in a way he felt would make their lives more interesting. He wanted someone he could share his life with, and he was ready to make a commitment. But they couldn’t live up to what he wanted in a life partner. He couldn’t help who he was, and he wasn’t going to change for anyone. But it made his life a little lonely at times. “I think I’ll drive up tonight. I need to get out of town, go somewhere I can breathe.” **** Eight o’clock the next morning, Grace stared out the window of the Lincoln Town Car as it wove its way through the trees. The agenda for bonding camp she had read last night had been right about the compound being secluded. She could swear this driveway was a mile long, and still no buildings in sight. Rounding a curve, finally a large building came into view. It was gorgeous. It looked very much like a very expensive estate. As the driver pulled up in front, Grace saw well-manicured paths leading to other, smaller buildings. She wondered what they were. The agenda had mentioned a spa and gym and also one building containing offices so the staff could work offsite. The firm must be doing better than she thought to have this place to use at their leisure. The car came to a stop. Grace waited for the driver to open the door for her, using the time to breathe steadily and get her mind clear. She had spent all night tossing in bed, dreaming about Morgan Moss hovering over her. In her dreams, he had been the most intense, sensual man she’d ever been exposed to, and the things it did to her body caused her to wake up three times last night in a sweat. It didn’t matter that he was older. He was impressive, leaving a mark on her

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without even touching her. She wondered what he was like outside of the office if just meeting him for an interview did this to her. This weekend would give her the chance to find out. Problem was, she needed to keep her attraction to him hidden and under control. She didn’t want to threaten her internship in any way. Most of the men she dated weren’t really men. They were boys who thought they were men. Grace didn’t feel like they were her equal. No one she had dated even had a chance at controlling her. She was too strong-minded. Her parents had raised her that way. She had opinions that mattered and a strong personality that wasn’t easily overpowered. She would love to find a man who could dominate her. A man who could “be” a man with her, show her that, even though she was a strong-willed woman, with him she could be his equal and still allow him to be the man of the relationship. That was why she was so attracted to Morgan. With his powerful presence, she felt as if he could take control of her, if he so wanted. Shaking her head, she tried to erase her line of thinking from her mind. It wouldn’t do to let Morgan know how much she was intrigued by him. Not when she was applying for an internship and would be working for him. The driver opened the door for her and lent her a hand. She stepped out of the car and moved directly toward the front door with purpose in her step. The door opened before she got to it, and a man dressed in a pale peach polo shirt and khaki pants came out onto the front porch. He had short blond hair and a nice smile. He reminded her of some movie star, but she couldn’t place the name at the moment. Anyway, he had a face that was nice to look at. “Welcome to the compound, Ms. Moore,” he said, stepping to the side. “I’m Rodgers, the houseman. Please come inside. I’ll take care of your bags after I present you.” “Thank you, Rodgers. I appreciate it.” She stepped inside the foyer and waited for him to show her which way to go. The “house” was large. She didn’t want to get lost and look like a fool.

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“Follow me,” Rodgers said, walking past her and going straight ahead. They entered what looked like a large breakfast room with a wall of windows facing the woods behind the house. The table was set with beautiful china and crystal, all glimmering in the light of the dual chandeliers that hung above the table. What really caught her interest was Morgan. He sat facing her, a coffee cup in one hand, a newspaper he was reading in the other. “Mr. Moss, your guest has arrived,” Rodgers said. He looked at Grace, his eyes a clear blue. “Please, have a seat and Rachel will bring you something to drink.” He waved a hand at the table. Morgan looked up, his dark eyes flashing. “Grace, come in.” He folded the paper and laid it on the table. “I’m glad to see you decided to attend. Would you like some coffee?” “I’d love some,” she said, taking a chair directly across the table from him. “Are you the only one here?” She looked around. Rodgers had silently disappeared, and there was no one else in sight. “Justice is here. He’s in the gym.” He picked up a knife from beside his plate and tapped it against his water glass. The sound of metal against crystal chimed like a bell. A young woman entered from a doorway to Grace’s left. “Yes, Mr. Moss?” “Rachel, Ms. Moore would like a cup of coffee please.” He looked at Grace. “Are you hungry? Rachel can bring you some breakfast if you like.” Grace shook her head. “No, thank you. I had a small breakfast before the car picked me up. Coffee will be fine.” She smiled at Rachel. Rachel nodded and disappeared through the door she had just come from. “Is she your cook?” Grace pulled the linen napkin from beside the clean plate set in front of her and placed it on her lap.

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“Yes. She’s a very good cook. You’ll find that out this weekend.” He pushed his plate to the side, the remnants of what looked like eggs and toast remaining on it. “I want to apologize for my demeanor yesterday. I know I have a reputation of being intimidating, but I assure you when I am here, I’m much more relaxed.” “There’s no need to apologize. I thought you seemed very professional. After all, you were in your office and at work. I just hope I didn’t interrupt anything important at the time.” She knew he was in a bad mood yesterday and hoped her interview hadn’t been affected by it. He had said if she made it through this weekend that she could start working for him on Monday, but it was only Saturday and the weekend hadn’t even begun yet, so the jury was still out on whether or not her internship was a “go.” Rachel returned with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her. “Will there be anything else?” “No, thank you. I’m fine.” Grace raised the coffee cup to her lips. The scent was delicious, the taste even better. By the time she looked up, Rachel had disappeared again. “Does she always do that?” Grace asked, placing her cup on the table. “Our staff here at the compound tends to be invisible unless we call upon them. It’s the way it is here.” He picked up his paper and began to read. Grace stared at him. Had she just been dismissed? She watched him for a moment, allowing herself to study his face. He was very handsome. From what she had read, he was thirty-four and had never been married. Probably because he acted with women just as he was acting now. Private and untouchable. Well, she was not going to let him dismiss her so easily. He may be untouchable right now, but by the end of the day, she was going to be his right-hand girl, whether he liked it or not. Clearing her throat, she caught enough of his attention for him to look at her. “What’s the next step, Morgan? What do I do now?”

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He looked past her, toward the doorway where she had entered. “Rodgers, is the paperwork ready?” She turned to look. Rodgers was standing behind her, hands in pockets, a serene look on his face. When had he entered the room? “The paperwork is on your desk. Can I be of any other assistance?” Rodgers asked. Morgan folded the newspaper again, laid it on the table, then stood. “Would you show Grace to her room? And later, I may call on you.” He gave Rodgers a nod. Rodgers smiled, nodded, then looked down at Grace. “Come with me, please.” This was strange. She wasn’t exactly sure how to act in this situation, but it looked like Morgan was in control of everything that went on around here. She rose from her chair and turned to Morgan. “I’ll be seeing you later then?” “Yes. I’d like to meet with you in my office in an hour. Rodgers will give you a map of the compound so you can find your way around. Feel free to explore.” He gave her a small smile that looked a bit forced. Unsettled, Grace nodded and followed Rodgers from the room. They entered the main hall just off the foyer where Rodgers turned to the left, leading her down a long hallway. The house was amazing and beautifully decorated. It reminded her of a swank hideaway hotel. About halfway down the hall, Rodgers stopped and opened a door on the right. “Here is your suite, Ms. Moore.” She stepped through the door and surveyed the room. A queensize bed was comfortably made up in shades of mauve, the pillows propped perfectly for lounging at the head of the bed. Fresh flowers were in a vase on a table by the window, and another door led off into what was probably her own bathroom. She wasn’t going to have any trouble staying here. The layout was awesome. She noticed her bags were in the corner. “Thank you, Rodgers. I’ll just get unpacked and then meet with Mr. Moss.” She turned toward him.

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He had the strangest look on his face, serene yet a hint of intrigue. “You’ll find a map of the compound in the drawer of the nightstand. If you have any questions at all, just dial the operator. It will ring in to either my phone, or Rachel, who you’ve already met, or Missy, our personal trainer on staff, will answer. We’re here to help you during your stay. Don’t hesitate to call on us at any time.” “Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine until I have my meeting with Mr. Moss.” Rodgers turned to leave, stopping at the door. “It was nice to meet you, Ms. Moore.” “Please, call me Grace.” She smiled at him. “Ms. Moore is too formal, I think.” “Grace. Such a lovely name.” He nodded and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Grace turned toward the room, placing her hands on her hips. Best to get some things done then freshen up for her meeting with Morgan. As she unpacked her clothes, thoughts of Morgan filtered through her mind. Her attraction to him was growing by the minute. His aloof demeanor just made her want to get his attention even more. Most men she met paid her too much attention. Her young look combined with her full curves caught their attention more than she liked. She couldn’t help the way she looked. What she wanted most was for men to take her seriously, and though her looks hampered her in that arena, she’d be damned if she’d walk around in ratty clothes, bare-faced without her makeup. Clothes put away, she reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the map of the compound. “This place is like some high dollar getaway,” she said, looking at the map. There was the main house, a garage area, a spa with a gym, the office complex, and walking trails through the woods. She wondered how many acres the compound covered. Getting it straight in her head where she needed to go, she refolded the map and tucked it back in the drawer. As long as she knew her way to the office complex and back to the main

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house, she’d be fine for a while. Maybe later, if it was at all possible, she’d ask Morgan to walk with her in the woods. Entering the bathroom, she checked her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup looked fine, and her hair, short cropped, laid perfectly with small wisps accenting her large brown eyes. She hadn’t worn foundation today and wondered if the sprinkle of freckles across her nose made her look too young to be an intern for the firm. Shrugging, she conceded that it was going to have to do for today. She wasn’t going to smooth on more makeup at this point. Morgan had already seen her this morning, and she didn’t want him to think she had redone her makeup for the meeting. She didn’t think it would look professional. With a sigh, she turned from the mirror and headed out to find the office complex. “Hello, Sarah. I didn’t know you’d be here,” Grace said, entering the office complex. “Good morning, Ms. Moore,” Sarah said from her desk. “Mr. Moss is in his office. He said to bring you on back when you arrived.” She rose and turned toward a door behind her desk. Grace followed, wondering just how large this complex was. Did they work from here often? She was impressed. She could imagine working from here when her presence wasn’t required in the city. Mentally crossing her fingers this meeting went well, she smiled as she followed Sarah to Morgan’s office. Sarah knocked twice then opened the door. “Ms. Moore has arrived.” She turned to Grace. “Go right in.” Stepping back, she let Grace pass. Morgan was sitting behind a desk that looked exactly like the desk in his office in the city. “Come in, Grace.” He looked at Sarah. “I am unavailable until I call you. No interruptions.” Sarah nodded then silently closed the door behind her. “Sit down, Grace,” Morgan said, looking at the papers in front of him on the desk.

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There was one chair in front of the desk. It was plain, leather, and looked uncomfortable. She sat down anyway, wiggling a bit to try to get as comfortable as possible. Crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap, she had the sense that she was to not speak unless spoken to. Almost like being called to the principal’s office. Morgan’s expression was serious as he read the papers in front of him. After about five minutes, he looked up, pinning her with his gaze. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I just wanted to make sure all of the paperwork was in order.” He slid the paperwork toward her. “You’ll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement concerning Bonding Camp. I’m sure you read about it in the agenda.” “I did. I have no problem signing it, but I can’t imagine what there is about bonding camp that would reveal anything about the workings of the firm.” She reached for the papers, but Morgan put his hand on top of them, stopping her from taking them off the desk. “There are quite a few things that we would not want revealed to the general public.” He rose and came around the desk. He perched on the edge of it in front of her, a towering, impressive man. He crossed his arms. “At our firm, we pride ourselves on being a bonded staff. It helps us to be a formidable force in the courtroom. We strive to work closely together, each of us knowing all there is to know about the others. This way, we find out what are your strong points and your weak points. It allows us to use you in the best way to enhance our firm and also to further your future. You may have a future with us, once you pass the bar. Would that be something you are interested in?” Her heart skipped a beat. Was he already offering her a position with the firm? “Of course I would be very interested in a position with Cane, Moss, and White.” What other answer would she give? “Well then, are you inclined to reveal everything about yourself? Your interests, your needs, your weaknesses?” He raised a dark eyebrow.

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“I don’t see a problem with it. I’m not sure what you require, but I’ll do my best to give you all the information you need.” “Stand up please.” He stood, rising to his full height. There wasn’t much room between them for her to stand. She swallowed then rose from the chair. To look in his eyes, she had to tilt her head back. If she took a deep breath, her breast would brush his abs. “What would you like me to do now?” she asked. He moved one step to the side and placed his hand on the papers. “I’d like you to sign the paperwork, and then we can begin our bonding.” Begin our bonding. His words sounded so sensual and sexy. Bonding with Morgan, in a sexual way, would be the most outrageous thing she’d ever done. She’d better get that idea out of her head. She was here for a job interview, not a date. Leaning in beside him, she picked up the pen and found the place where she needed to sign. Quickly signing her name, she placed the pen back on top of the papers and straightened. “Signed.” She tilted her head. “Now, what can I do for you?” He moved forward, closing what little distance there was between them. His hard stomach muscles brushed against her breasts. “While you and I will be spending a lot of time together this weekend, getting to know each other, the first thing I would like to know about is your sex life.” His eyes moved over her face, hesitating on her lips, then moved back up to her eyes. “What is it that sends you over the edge?” Heat rushed to her face. This was unusual to say the least. “You’re really asking me this? Does my sex life really have anything to do with my work?” Sex and Morgan was a heated subject. Oh goodness, would she ever like to do him. But this was her job, her internship and career, riding on the whole bonding camp thing. “Not only does your sex life matter when it comes to your work, your friends, your family, and everything you do affects your work ethic.” He parked his hip on the edge of his desk and took her hand in his. “I want to know everything about you, Grace. I realize this is very

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different than anything you’ve ever experienced before, but this is what works for our firm. The closer we are, the better we work together. This is bonding in the most basic sense.” Grace could feel herself warming up to the idea of bonding in the most basic sense with this man. He may be older, but damn, he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. She loved the way he seemed to dominate the room. And her. Not many men could stand up to her feisty attitude. They usually wimped out once they got to know her. None of them had ever tried to control her, even in the bedroom. One thing that may become embarrassing though was her inexperience with sex. Taking a deep breath, she decided. If she was going to work for this firm, she was going to do everything it took to enhance her chances. If it meant truly bonding with a man like Morgan Moss, that was a plus. She hoped. “Morgan,” she said, her voice low, “if you and the firm feel that this sort of closeness, this bonding, makes a stronger front in the courtroom, I’m all for it. I have to admit, I’ve never heard of such a thing, but it obviously works or your firm wouldn’t be doing as well as it is.” She laid her hand on his thigh. “I’m twenty-two and just graduated college. Though most girls go a little crazy at college and try new things, I haven’t had much experience with, well, sex. I’m not even sure exactly what it is that pushes me over the edge.” Her face was hotter than hell and she knew she was blushing, but she couldn’t help it. She was already bonding with Morgan by revealing what she already had. “To tell you the truth, and I’m revealing something very personal here, I think I’ve only ever had one orgasm in my life. With a man, that is.” The smile that curled his lips was devilish. “So, you’re telling me the only time you have true pleasure is when you pleasure yourself.” Grace brushed a hand over her face, feeling the heat in her cheeks on her palm. “Yes.” “This may sound a bit like an interview, and it is really, but are you ready to try some new things? This bonding camp is not only so

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we can find out about you, it’s also so you can find out about us. And to be truthful, Grace, I have a sexual appetite that runs a bit on the extreme side.” This was the strangest situation she’d ever been in during her life. And what was even stranger about it was the fact that she was so intrigued. She’d already revealed more about herself, personal things like not being able to have an orgasm with a man under normal circumstances, and she hadn’t really blinked an eye at doing it. There was something about Morgan Moss that made her want to do whatever he asked. It felt right to her to do it, too. And stimulating. Looking up into those dark, intense eyes of his made her pussy clench with need. “Just tell me what to do,” she whispered, her throat tight. “Before we begin, I want you to give me a word, a ‘safe’ word. One that you’ll remember in times of extreme pressure. It’s for your peace of mind. If you say the ‘safe’ word, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.” Her mind raced. How extreme was this going to get that she needed a “safe” word? She’d read about sadism and masochism, bondage and all the things involved with it. She even had a friend in college who kept handcuffs and leather collars in her panty drawer for her and her boyfriend to use. Grace had always been curious about it but had never met anyone she felt comfortable enough with to try it out. She was the one usually in control of situations, including during sex. What would it be like to give up that control, if only for a little while? Just the thought of it caused her nipples to tighten. She gazed up at the devilish man in front of her. She knew he’d never reveal what happened between them to the outside world. She’d read the clause in the non-disclosure agreement about if anything was made public about her, the firm would be required to pay her a sizable amount of money. And she knew the firm would definitely not want it publicized. The feisty side of her wanted to try this. Could she possibly allow him the control? “Breathe,” she said.

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Both his eyebrows rose. “Breathe? That’s your word?” She nodded. “Yes.” Her fingers tightened on his thigh. He glanced down at where her hand rested then turned his gaze back to her eyes. “Stand there and don’t move.” He stood and went to the other side of the desk and picked up the phone. Grace didn’t move, didn’t even turn her head to look at him. She didn’t want to screw up already. She heard him pick up the phone and punch some numbers. “Sarah,” he said. “Ms. Moore and I will be having a meeting in my private quarters. I do not want to be disturbed. I will call you in an hour with further instructions.” She heard him disconnect and replaced the handset. He rounded the desk and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the door. “Where are we going?” she asked, rushing to keep up as they entered the hall and headed toward the door at the end of it. “I am taking you to my most private place. My sanctum.” He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door at the end of the hall. “Come.” With his long fingers still wrapped around her wrist, she had no choice but to follow. The room they entered was dark, only a dim light in the far back corner for light. Grace blinked rapidly, trying to see into the darkness. It looked as if the walls were painted black, along with the floor and ceiling. She could barely see anything except something hanging from the middle of the ceiling that glimmered like metal. Were those chains? The door closed behind her, and the metallic click of the lock came to her ears. She crossed her arms, hugging her waist, and waited. Morgan moved in front of her and stopped. Reaching around her, he moved a switch, and the lights grew a little brighter. The walls, floor, and ceiling were black, but she couldn’t see anything else around Morgan. “In here, I am more than your boss, Grace. You are about to learn what it is I like. But first, we’re going to spend a little time on you

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and finding out your tastes. Can you relinquish control of yourself to me?” Morgan’s eyes blazed into hers. Her tummy started to tremble. This was slightly scary and very exciting. She nodded, gazing into those eyes. “All right then. We’ll begin once you’ve removed your clothes and put on the robe inside this room.” He took her arm and turned her to the right. He opened a narrow door, revealing what looked like a dressing room in a department store. “Stay inside until I come and get you. Clear?” His voice was taking on a more commanding tone. “Yes, Morgan.” She entered the room and turned to the door. He closed it, but he didn’t lock it. She heard him walk away, his footsteps fading. Grace glanced around the tiny room. There was a chair and a red robe that looked like silk hanging from a hook on the back of the door. Nothing else. Her fingers trembling a little, she removed her clothes, folding them and laying them on the chair. Naked, she was slightly chilled. Taking the robe from the back of the door, she slipped it on, noticing there was no belt or buttons to close it over her nakedness. The only type of closure at all was along the shoulders, where there were a row of snaps along each shoulder down to the edge of the sleeves, which hung to her elbows. It resembled a hospital gown, but no hospital gown she’d ever seen was made out of red silk. What am I doing? I’m standing here naked except for a strange robe, waiting for a man to come and get me and take me into a totally black room where it looked like there were chains hanging from the ceiling. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. She wanted to do this, wanted to see just what this was all about without worrying about anyone finding out. She also wanted to do whatever it took to get this internship, but she didn’t want to look unprofessional. She didn’t have any more time to think about it because the door opened and Morgan reached in and grabbed her wrist. “It’s time,” he

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said, pulling her back out into the room. He had removed all of his clothes except for his pants, which were tight and dark. Grace had the urge to run her hand over his rippled abs. She’d never seen a man this up close who looked so toned and hard muscled. Morgan was a large man, tall and very imposing. He moved her into the room, stopping beneath the chains. Without another word, he caught her chin with one hand and tipped her head back. Then his mouth claimed hers in a savage kiss. She closed her eyes and melted when his tongue forced its way between her lips. Instant searing heat flamed through her, his tongue doing interesting things inside her mouth, his fingers gripping her chin and not allowing her to move her head. She reached up to rest her right hand on his shoulder, wanting to lean into him, but he grabbed her wrist yet again and forced her hand down to her side. Straightening, he speared her with his eyes. “Do not touch me unless I tell you to.” “Okay,” she said, almost breathless from that searing kiss. “No.” He rested his finger on the tip of her nose. “The answer is ‘yes, Morgan.’ Clear?” “Yes, Morgan.” Oh my god, this man is hot. Reaching up, he took hold of the chains and shook them. “These are for you,” he said, taking one of her wrists and lifting her arm. He fumbled with the chain, and then she felt something like leather wrap around her wrist. He tightened it then let loose of her arm. The restraint held her arm high, her elbow slightly bent. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Then he did the same to her other wrist. She was growing hotter by the second. The sensation of being handcuffed with leather restraints was something she’d never experienced, but it was turning her on faster than if she was using her own vibrator. Her pussy twitched, beginning to cream a bit. With her arms held high, the robe came partially open, revealing one of her breasts. She looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing it caused her breasts to rise. She was proud of her figure and wasn’t

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afraid to show it. After all, she may only be five foot three, but she wore a thirty-six DD bra, and her hips matched that curve even though her waist was only twenty-four inches. Morgan’s gaze dropped to her exposed breast, and he licked his lips. “You have a very luscious body for someone so small,” he said, his voice deep. “I think I may have to sample all of it.” He reached out and placed his hand over her breast, massaging it. Grace drew in a breath, the heat of his hand almost burning her skin. She pressed forward into his hand. His gaze lifted to hers, and a smile curled the corners of his mouth. “You like that. Good.” He caught her nipple between his fingers and rolled it, pinching it lightly. Lightning shot straight from her nipple to her pussy, setting it quivering. Heat flushed through her, setting her on fire. “Mmm, yes,” he crooned, and then he sighed. “Time to get down to business.” He moved behind her, and his fingers worked at the snaps at her shoulders. “You’re not going to need this.” He tucked his fingers into the back of the collar of the robe and pulled. With one motion, the rest of the snaps gave way, and he ripped the robe from her shoulders. The chains holding her rattled as her body shifted with the force of it. She gasped, a chilly breeze wafting across her body. Gooseflesh rose on her skin. “I know it’s cool in here, but you’ll appreciate the chill in a little while,” he said from behind her. His hand smoothed over one cheek of her ass. “Very nice, Grace.” Grace caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her body was begging to be touched, her nipples puckering into taut little nubs. Standing here, restrained, exposed in front of this man was the most sensual thing she’d experienced. She wanted more of it. It was time she let go and just allow herself to enjoy what this man could do to her. And from the looks of it, he could do a lot.

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His hands moved over her body, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched. He made soft noises as he moved around her, touching and tweaking, sometimes giving her a pinch that caused her to suck in a breath. She looked around the room, trying to distinguish the odd shapes she saw in the shadows, but she couldn’t figure them out. When his fingers slid down the cleft of her ass lightly, she moaned. Morgan chuckled then came around to stand in front of her. He tilted his head. “You’re turned on by this, aren’t you?” She looked up at him. “Answer me, Grace.” “Yes, Morgan.” He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step back. “You told me that you’ve only had an orgasm once while having sex with a man, am I right?” “Yes, Morgan.” This seemed to be coming natural for her. Odd but pleasing. She was going to play along with it, see how far it went. “Do you bring yourself to orgasm? Maybe with a vibrator?” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I’ll know it.” She hated to admit it. She’d never told anyone about what she did by herself. But she was a grown woman, and if a man couldn’t get her off, well, she wasn’t going to deny herself. “Yes, Morgan. I do.” He smiled a knowing smile. “I thought so. Since that is how you usually come, that is how we’re going to start. And I’m going to watch you. And I’m going to help you also.” He placed his finger beside his nose then pointed at her. “Wait. I think you need more of an audience than just me. I’ll be right back.” What was he talking about? An audience? Who? She tried to look over her shoulder to where he was walking but couldn’t see him. She heard him speaking softly into what must be a phone, and then he returned. Reaching up, he released her hands from their restraints, bringing her arms down to her sides. “Are you scared?” he asked, pulling her to him.

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“No, Morgan, but I—” “Stop. All I asked for was a yes or no. Nothing more.” Taking her hand, he led her over to what looked like a blow-up lounge chair that was molded into a squashed U shape. The end of it looked a little strange, but she wasn’t sure what its purpose was. She did see the leather wristband hanging from the side of it and another leather restraint hanging down by the foot end. Was he going to shackle her to the chair? “Lie down on the lounge, on your stomach,” he instructed. She looked up at him, wondering what he meant. On her stomach? With an exasperated look, he took her by the waist and lifted her as if she weighed next to nothing and placed her knees in the crook of the chair. “Scoot up on the chair and rest your chin on the top of it.” Grace struggled to get in position, having to lie her stomach on the chilly vinyl of the cover. The chair wasn’t very wide, and there was no place to put her arms. Her chin resting on the top edge of the chair, she was able to finally get a little comfortable, but she was still chilled. “Perfect,” Morgan said, taking first one wrist and securing it with the leather restraint to the side of the chair, then moving to the other side and doing the same with the other wrist. Without being able to brace her upper body, she now rested fully on the chair, her arms locked securely to the sides. Morgan moved down toward her feet and took one ankle. “Spread your legs,” he said. She tried to do as she was told, spreading her thighs wider. The next thing she knew, he bent her leg and secured her ankle to the side of the chair. Then he did the same to the other one. She was now spread eagle over the chair as if she was riding it. She heard him moving behind her but couldn’t tell what he was doing. She tested the restraints. She was only able to move an inch or so but nothing more. Now at his mercy, she wondered just what he had in mind. The lock on the door clicked open, the sound travelling to her ears. Her muscles tightened, her body on alert.

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Chapter Three Morgan struggled with the urge to just snatch Grace up and impale her on his cock. He glanced at Rodgers then back at the supine form of Grace, lying on the lounge. “We need to get this underway,” he said, moving toward her. He picked up the remote control and hit a button. The leg rest of the lounge began to inflate, curling up between her legs, spreading them further apart. He inflated it to what he thought would be the right position then smoothed a hand over the full ripe curve of her pale ass. “Damn that’s nice.” She quivered under his touch. Leaning down beside her ear, he whispered, “Are you cold, Grace?” “Yes, Morgan,” she said, answering him as he had asked her to. “You won’t be cold for long.” He stood. “Rodgers, let’s play.” Sam Rodgers moved to the other side of the lounge and placed his hands on his hips. “Very nice. She’s a compact little thing.” Morgan felt his cock swell, thinking about how she would be so easy to maneuver. He could position her anywhere as small as she was. And her curves, they begged to be traced with his hands and his mouth. The time would come soon enough. He slapped her ass with his hand, causing her to jerk. “Grace, Rodgers has joined us. He’s going to help me teach you what it is to bond completely with our staff. First, though, we’re going to see just what it takes to heat you up.” He moved to the front of the lounge and bent down so he could look into her eyes. Her eyes were wide and liquid brown. Her lower lip was trembling just slightly. He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Do you remember your ‘safe’ word?”

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“Yes, Morgan.” “Do you need to say it?” “No, Morgan.” She smiled slightly. “Well then, Rodgers and I are going to watch you, and during this first stage, we may touch you. Or we may not. You’re going to feel the chair moving, and it’s nothing to worry about. All I ask is if you feel like you’re going to come, you have to tell me before you do. Understood?” “Yes, Morgan.” She was a fast learner. He was going to enjoy this immensely. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, nipping her lip before he stood up again. “Rodgers, will you prepare the apparatus?” “All right.” Rodgers opened a small cabinet that was built into the wall and took out a small tube of gel. It was a warming gel that lubricated the seven-inch remote control vibrator that extended from the leg area of the chair. Rodgers slicked the vibrator until it glistened in the dim light. Then he nodded at Morgan. “Ready.” **** Grace was a little nervous, but she was also intrigued by the whole scenario. She wasn’t sure she liked the fact of Rodgers being present, and she didn’t quite know what the heck the chair was actually going to do to make her want to come. She did like the way Morgan’s eyes burned like fire when he looked at her. He was powerful and controlling and sexier than any man she’d ever met. The vinyl of the lounge was beginning to stick to her skin, and when she moved, it tugged at her nipples. The feeling was odd but not unpleasant. Morgan moved to her side, and then she couldn’t see either one of them. She knew Rodgers was on her right and Morgan was on her left. “Here we go,” Morgan said.

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She heard a buzzing sound then the bottom of the chair began to move. The two men placed their hands beneath her hips and lifted slightly from each side, raising her ass a little higher off the chair. Pulling her down a bit, they shifted her. She still had her chin resting on the top of the chair, but now her neck was extended, her back arched. “Okay, Grace, let’s see how hot you can get,” Morgan said. Fingers, she wasn’t sure how many, tucked into the cleft of her ass and parted her cheeks as the chair continued to move, humming softly. Then something was pressing against her pussy. Pressing, slick and chilly, and then it entered her with a smooth, slow thrust. She jerked forward as far as she could, which wasn’t much with her wrists and ankles restrained. “Okay, it’s seated. Now let’s watch,” Morgan said. She heard them moving at her sides, and then Morgan was in front of her again. He pulled up a small stool and sat right in front of her. “I want to watch you now.” He held up what looked like a remote control and pressed a button. She sucked in a sharp breath when again the chair began to move, this time whatever part of it that was lodged in her pussy pulling out then immediately thrusting back in. The chair was fucking her! Its movements were slow and rhythmic, the wetness on the shaft of it warming. Grace let her eyelids fluttered closed, the strokes of the chair heating her deepest recesses. “Oh yes, she’s liking it, Rodgers. Look at her face.” She opened her eyes partway, gazing at Morgan. Her face was hot, her body growing hotter. She shifted, the restraints tightening on her ankles. Morgan motioned toward Rodger, who must be still standing at her side. “Get the additional shaft, the slim one. I want to see how she reacts if you add it.” He leaned forward until he was within an inch of her face. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Grace?”

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Her heart was pounding, the dildo connected to the chair continuously fucking her pussy. She was so wet and creamy she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. “No, Morgan,” she answered. She’d never experienced something being forced inside her ass. “Well, I think you should try it.” He claimed her mouth with a kiss, stealing her breath. When he leaned back, he gave Rodgers a wave of his hand. “Do it.” The chair dildo slid in then back out, the heat from the gel sizzling in her pussy. When Rodgers spread her ass cheeks, she shivered, a wave of anticipation rolling over her. Something pressed against her anus. It was cold and wet. “Relax,” Rodgers said, his voice soothing. Slowly the dildo in Rodgers’s hands penetrated the virgin territory of her ass. She parted her lips and let out a low moan. Rodgers timed his gentle thrusts to match those of the chair dildo. It felt so delicious, the fullness, the pleasure-pain. Her nerve endings began to snap and spark. “Morgan…” He leaned forward, searching her face. “What, Grace?” “I’m going to…I think I’m going to…” Morgan raised the remote control and pushed another button. The movement of the chair stopped along with Rodgers’s movement with the dildo he was using on her. A smile spread on Morgan’s face. Please. Her body was vibrating, craving the release she was so on the edge of. Her breath came in short puffs through her lips, her body on fire. “Do you want to come, Grace?” Morgan asked, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “Yes, Morgan.” “You really want to come?” “Yes, Morgan!”

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He got up from the stool he was sitting on and pressed a button on the remote. The chair deflated, the dildo attached to it sliding out of her pussy. She wanted to cry. She had to come, had to and very soon. A whine escaped from her lips as Rodgers removed the dildo from her ass. Morgan moved from her line of sight, only to be replaced by Rodgers. A slap across her ass made her jerk, and she almost came. Her reaction surprised her. She’d never had pain cause her pleasure until now. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, and Rodgers is going to fuck your mouth. You will enjoy it, Grace.” Slap! Another crack across her ass. “And when I tell you to, you will come. Understood?” “Yes! Yes, Morgan!” She trembled, her excitement almost uncontrollable. Rodgers dropped his pants, and his cock sprung up in front of her face. He placed his hand on the crown of her head and stepped forward. Morgan moved in behind her, grabbing her by the hips. She sucked in a breath. Morgan drove his cock into her pussy from behind, diving deep and hard. “Oh goddamn, this girl is tight,” he said, pulling back and driving in again. Rodgers pushed against her head, causing her to part her lips. Then his cock was in her mouth, bumping against the back of her throat. These two men had complete control of her body, and they were using it for their pleasure. Rodgers fucked her mouth, not going deep enough to cause her to choke but deep enough that she knew she was being mouth-fucked. Morgan rammed her from behind, not holding back, giving her all he had. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, opening her as far as he could. “Shit, I’m going to come,” Morgan said. Grace felt him swell inside her. Her pussy was so wet she could hear the sounds of Morgan fucking her and her pussy sucking at his

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cock like her mouth was sucking Rodgers’s. She was into it, her body so hot she thought she’d catch fire. The leather at her wrists and ankles was rubbing tightly as they rocked her on the chair, the slight pain an added pleasure. She loved this, loved it. “Come, Grace! Come now!” Morgan ordered. And her body obliged. Her back arched, her pussy pulsing as it tightened around Morgan’s cock. Morgan groaned, long and loud as he came, jerking into her. Rodgers grabbed her by the hair, shooting his hot seed into her mouth. Grace swallowed, taking it in as her pussy tried to swallow Morgan’s cock. She convulsed, the pure passion rolling over her and threatening to stop her heart. After a moment, both men withdrew from her body, and she sucked in a huge breath, still jerking from the massive orgasm she had just experienced at the hands of these men. Morgan moved into her line of vision. He leaned down, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?” Smiling, she answered. “Yes, Morgan.” With a smile of his own, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “We’re not finished with you yet.” Then he moved out of her line of sight, and she felt the restraints being undone. Once all of them were unbuckled, four hands helped her up off of the chair and sat her down on the small stool where Morgan had sat watching her. Rodgers handed her a bottle of water, and she drank deep and long, the cool liquid soothing her raw throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her pussy and ass were still buzzing from the assault, but damn if she didn’t feel wonderful. Finally, it actually felt as if she’d been fucked. She looked up at Morgan and smiled. “You’ve done well, Grace,” he said. “As you can tell, I like to dabble in bondage. And I can tell from how you have reacted, you’re enjoying it, too. Is this your first experience with bondage?” “Yes.” And she wanted more, so much more.

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“I’ve got more in store for you. Once we find out your breaking point, we’ll know where we stand.” He looked at Rodgers. “Give Justice a call. It’s time to take it to the next step.” Twenty minutes later, she had got her breath back and was fully hydrated after drinking a whole bottle of water. Rodgers had set up what looked like a workout mat except more plush in the middle of the floor beneath the hanging chains. She looked up when Justice Cane entered the room. He nodded at her and disappeared into the dressing room only to reappear naked. She now was locked in a room with three naked men, and they were determined to have their way with her. She trembled, her pussy creaming and ready. Oh God, how in the world was she ever going to go back home after this? There was no one she trusted enough to allow him this much control over her, and giving up control to Morgan had afforded her so much pleasure she didn’t want to lose it. She hoped like hell she got this internship and could spend even more time with him. Morgan took her by the wrist again and pulled her up to her feet. He seemed to like dragging her around by the wrist. She just hoped he didn’t leave bruises. She didn’t want to have to hide them. “This will be a real test for you, Grace. Just do what I tell you to do, and it will all work out fine.” “Yes, Morgan.” She liked saying that phrase. It seemed the more she said it, the more pleasure it brought her. Rodgers lay down on the mat on his back. His cock was hard and ready and standing at attention. Morgan stopped her beside the mat and put a hand on her back. “Mount him.” It was an order, not a request. She met Rodgers’s gaze, and the smile he gave her settled her nerves a bit. Bending down, she got to her knees and centered herself over him. Then she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t as large as Morgan.

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Morgan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to a sitting position. “Don’t like his dick too much. You are mine.” He kissed her savagely, almost bruising her lips. The force of it caused her nipples to harden to tight little buds, and her pussy clutched at the cock inside her. “She likes it when you’re rough with her, Morgan,” Rodgers said, touching one of her nipples with a fingertip. Morgan released her hair and swiped his tongue across her kissswollen lips. “I know.” Grace’s tummy trembled, her body so alive she thought she would explode from the electricity flowing through her. Looking into Morgan’s deep, dark eyes, her heart swelled with a feeling she’d never experienced before. He was powerful and handsome, a true man who knew what he wanted and went after it with passion. Her face heated, her pussy rippling around Rodgers’s cock that she was impaled upon. “Give me your hands, Grace,” Morgan said, his voice soft yet firm. She raised her hands. Morgan took hold of the chains dangling from overhead. They jingled against each other as Morgan fastened the handcuffs attached to the chains around her wrists. He brushed a kiss across her lips then rose to move behind her. She heard some scuffling behind her, and then Morgan reappeared with a small, black, leather-covered stool. It was shaped like a little bench. Morgan placed it over Rodgers’s stomach. “This is a brace to help hold you in place. Rest yourself on it,” Morgan told her, putting his hand on her shoulder and urging her to bend at the waist. She lowered herself onto the brace. It fit just beneath her breasts at her ribcage and supported her upper body. Still, her arms were pulled upward, her wrists shackled by the handcuffs. The muscles in her shoulders were stretched, but it wasn’t painful.

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Rodgers brushed the palm of his hand over her nipples. “What a wonderful view,” he said, tweaking one. Grace shuddered, a shot of lightning buzzing to the back of her tongue. Rodgers smiled beneath her and thrust his hips upward, sending his cock deeper inside her. “Wait, Rodgers, we’re not ready yet,” Morgan said, behind her again. He ran one hand over the cheek of her ass. “But I’m not going to wait any longer. Spread your legs, Grace.” She struggled to do as he asked, her position not the best to be able to move on her own. Morgan moved in behind her, dropping to the mat between her legs. Morgan’s legs fit in between hers on the outside and Rodgers’s on the inside. Fingers rambled down the cleft of her ass, spreading her. Heat rushed up from her center, flushing her face. She wrapped her fingers around the chains the handcuffs were latched to and prepared to be invaded. “Justice, you know what to do,” Morgan said above her, and then he pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he spoke in a low tone. “You won’t be able to speak, Grace. If you want to stop, wave one of your hands. Do you understand?” “Yes, Morgan,” she said. Her throat was tight, her need to have him inside her building to the point she was afraid she would come as soon as he entered her. “Well then, let’s begin.” Morgan smoothed his hand over her back and then surged forward. Grace let out a groan as he slid into her ass. She was filled to the brim, the pressure inside between the cock in her pussy and the one is her ass exquisite. The chains holding her arms rattled metallically as the two men began to fuck her. First one, then the other, pulling back and thrusting forward, creating a heat that travelled all the way up her spine. Her cream flowed freely, wetting her all the way down the inside of her thighs. Morgan’s hand on the small of her back put

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pressure even from above, and she could feel every tiny movement of his dick in her ass. Friction and pleasure with a hint of sweet pain was about to send her over the edge. Rodgers leaned up from beneath her and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. “Oh my god,” she said, throwing her head back. “Justice, it’s time,” Morgan said. Justice moved into her line of sight, his cock thick and stiff. She licked her lips, pretty sure she knew what was coming. Justice stepped closer, one foot on each side of Rodgers’s head. He placed one hand at the back of her head and looked into her eyes. “Open.” Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips. Slowly, Justice’s cock entered her mouth. With his hand holding the back of her head, he inched forward, easing into her mouth. “Oh hell, this girl is hot,” he said through clenched teeth. Then the real fucking began. Her body went wild with fire, the flames licking every inch of her as three cocks fucked every orifice her body had. Her muscles coiled low in her stomach, her breath coming hot through her nostrils as Justice’s shaft bumped against the back of her throat. Rodgers thrust up from below, his teeth scraping her nipple as he sucked at it even harder, his other hand pinching her other nipple until the pleasure-pain shot through her to her back teeth. Morgan groaned behind her, his rhythm fucking her ass slow and calculated as he thrust forward and pulled back. “Grace, come for us. Come now!” Morgan commanded, thrusting forward. She convulsed, pure white light shattering behind her eyelids. Justice groaned and stiffened, shooting his seed down her throat while she swallowed the warm liquid instinctively. Morgan grabbed her hips, filling her ass with his hot cum. At the same time, Rodgers released her nipple from his mouth and moaned loudly as he came in her pussy. The chains holding her rattled and thrashed against each

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other as Grace’s world filled with more passion than she had ever known, sparkles of electricity tingling all the way to her very soul. Justice pulled out of her mouth and stepped back, wiping sweat from his forehead. Morgan moved back, his cock sliding out of her ass. She convulsed once more, the orgasm winding down, her body spent. “Let’s get her down,” Morgan said. A flurry of movement centered around her as her hands were uncuffed, and Morgan lifted her by the waist off the brace. Her pussy still quivered, the rest of her body limp, as Morgan turned her over and cradled her in his arms. Her eyes closed, her body so full of satisfaction she just wanted to fall asleep in this man’s arms. The next thing she knew, warm water was lapping around her body and she was floating. She opened her eyes. “Where am I? What’s happening?” “You’re with me, in the pool.” Morgan brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Grace looked around the room. The pool was enclosed in a lovely room, complete with windows looking out at the woods and plants placed around the edges of the pool. She looked at Morgan, meeting his gaze. “No, you didn’t hurt me.” “Thank God,” he said, smiling widely. Moving her arms through the water, she realized she was lying prone across his arms, which were supporting her as she floated. “You have a very nice smile. You should wear it more often.” The smile dropped from his lips, but within seconds, the corners of his mouth curled up again. “What is it about you that makes me want to smile?” He pulled his arms from beneath her, and she was plunged into the warm water. She struggled for an instant before her feet found the bottom of the pool, and then she shot up through the water and broke the surface. Moving her arms and feet, she treaded water in front of him. “What are you trying to do? Drown me?” she sputtered.

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He laughed, the sound echoing inside the room. He raised his arms. “What? I’m not having a problem. The water is only chest deep.” She splashed him, sending water flying. “For you maybe. I’m not a giant like you, Morgan Moss.” She turned and began to swim to the side. Then something grabbed her ankle, and she was plunged back into the water. When she broke the surface again, she coughed. “You are trying to drown me.” Morgan held her beneath her arms and lifted until she was eye to eye with him. “I am not trying to drown you, Grace. I’m playing with you.” Even though he was holding her up in the air, her lawyer-sense kicked in. Pointing a finger at his nose, she began her argument. “Yes you are. In the first place, you put me in a pool without me knowing it. In the second place, you literally threw me in the water, and you obviously knew it was over my head. In the third place, you didn’t even know whether I could swim or not. In the fourth place, when I tried to swim away, you grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me underwater again. And in the—” His mouth covered hers, cutting off her words. She struggled, slapping at him, but when his tongue invaded her mouth, she melted inside. Moaning, she placed her hands on either side of his head, her tongue wrestling with his. Her body heated yet again, the water becoming cool against her hot flesh. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her breasts against his chest. He was just as naked as she was and just as aroused as she was, too. Moving his hands from beneath her arms, he slid them down and cupped her ass, holding her up against him while he plundered her hungry mouth. She could feel his swollen cock bobbing against her ass as the water rippled around them.

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Finally releasing her mouth, Morgan leaned back, still holding her beneath her ass. “You are a force to be reckoned with,” he said, his eyes taking on a soft, serious look. “So are you.” She held his face in her hands. “I’m falling in love with you very quickly. You realize that, don’t you?” Another smile bloomed on his lips. “I think I’m already smitten with you. As a matter of fact, I am in love with you.” He laughed. “You have cast some sort of spell on me, you little munchkin.” A thrill moved through her, tickling up her spine to the nape of her neck. “Munchkin? Really?” “Really.” “I never expected to fall for a giant.” He shifted her hips and expertly slid his cock into her pussy. “I’ll show you a giant.” This time, he was slower, making love to her. His kisses were soft yet hot, his hands holding her gently against him as he moved with her in the water. Grace moaned low in her throat, her arms wrapped around his neck. She leaned back, locking her hands behind his neck. The water lapped at her breasts, feeling like warm, wet mouths lapping at her. “You are beautiful,” Morgan said, turning her in a slow circle in the water. “I knew there was something about you as soon as you walked into my office. I had to have you.” “You’ve got me,” she replied, her pussy pulsing around his hard shaft. “I never thought I’d meet my match when I met you, but, Morgan, you are an amazing man.” “And you are an amazing woman.” Together, they came, both of them shuddering with the force of their orgasm. The water splashed and rippled, carrying their pleasure all the way to the sides of the pool in circles that multiplied just as their pleasure multiplied.

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Once they were able to breathe again, Grace placed her palm against his cheek. “I think I’d better get out of this water before I shrivel up.” “All right. Are you hungry?” Morgan began walking through the water toward the steps leading out of the pool, still carrying her. “Actually, I’m starving.” Water sluiced from her body as Morgan carried her up the steps of the pool and out of the water. He moved to a lounge chair, lifted her slightly to disengage their coupling, then set her on her feet beside the chair. Her legs felt rubbery and started to give out beneath her. She grabbed Morgan’s arm. “Wow, you’ve really given me a workout, haven’t you? I can barely stand up.” Morgan helped her sit on the lounge chair and reached for a fluffy white towel that was draped over the back of it. “Here, let me help dry you off. Then we’ll go to my suite, and I’ll have Rachel bring us something to eat. What would you like?” He began rubbing the towel over first her arms and then down her back. It felt luxurious to be pampered in this way. She’d never experienced anything like what had taken place here today. She wanted more of it. She liked the way Morgan took control of her, the way he could bring out the submissive side of her and use it to both of their advantages. A shiver ran through her just thinking about the way she had come, her mind and body exploding at the same time. “Are you cold?” Morgan asked, wrapping the towel around her. “No, not cold. Just thinking about today.” She smiled up at him and lifted her hand. “Help me up?” He took her small hand in his large one and brought her to her feet. Her legs didn’t feel so fragile now. She could stand, and though her body felt like she’d run a marathon, she felt good. It was the good kind of tired, one she’d never associated with sex. “You enjoyed today then, and all that has happened.” Morgan took her hand and led her across the room to a locker area where he opened a locker and removed a white fluffy robe and handed it to her.

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She dropped the towel and allowed him to help her into the robe. Turning toward him, she rose up on her tiptoes, placing her hands flat on his chest. “I loved today. You’ve shown me something about myself I didn’t think was possible. I let someone else take control. And once I did that, I was free to just experience what was happening without worrying about my next move, my next thought or plan of action. It was freeing, and I truly want to feel that again.” “You will, over and over if you like.” She planted a kiss on his chin. “So, Morgan, do I have the internship for the summer?” “You most definitely do.” She dropped back down onto her heels. “We need to talk about something though.” “What is that?” He took a larger version of the same robe she wore out of another locker and slid his arms into it. “Like I said earlier, I loved the events of today. You said I’ll be experiencing them over and over again.” She tilted her head. “Does that mean that you’re not the jealous type? You said you’re in love with me, so I’m assuming you’re staking your claim here. What about when there are other men involved in our sex play?” Morgan cupped her cheek in his hand and smiled softly. “I do love you, Grace, but you have much to learn about bonding camp and how our staff works together so intimately.” He kissed her lightly. “And I’m just the person to teach you how this all works.” Grace gazed up at him, amazed at how lucky she had been to get the opportunity to meet this amazing man. The summer was looking like it was going to be great. The perfect internship along with the perfect lover. “So, just what do you have in mind to teach me? I’ll warn you, Morgan Moss, I’m a very fast learner.” Morgan threw his head back and laughed. “You need your rest, but after that, I’ll show you something you’ve probably never seen before.” “I’ll hold you to that,” she said. “Now, where’s the food?”

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Chapter Four Grace was glad no one was around when she tiptoed across the compound to Morgan’s suite. Dressed only in the fluffy white robe Morgan had given her to wear after their bout in the pool, she hoped they didn’t run into anyone as they crossed to the main house. Morgan held her hand all the way, and she felt almost as if her guardian was leading her through the woods. Silly girl. Justice and Rodgers had disappeared after their last round of outrageous sex, and it didn’t bother Grace a whit. She looked up at the man walking beside her. Tall and handsome with a presence that not only took over a room, it took over her world. She was already in love with Morgan Moss, and even though she wasn’t sure exactly how that happened, she was going to enjoy every minute of it. They walked along the paved path between the buildings, the flipflops Morgan had given her to wear making little padding noises in the dark. The night was warm, a slight breeze ruffling her damp hair. Crickets chirped and other animals made their night noises, scurrying away from the path as Grace and Morgan passed. Moonlight shimmered through the leaves of the trees, giving them just enough light to navigate the path without straying. Morgan led her to a side entrance of the main house. “We’ll go through here so we don’t disturb anyone.” He opened the door for her and let her pass. The hallway was dimly lit, the wall sconces flickering like candlelight. “Just go to the door at the end. That’s my suite.” Morgan placed a hand on her back, urging her forward.

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When she entered his suite, she was impressed. The room was a sitting room, complete with a massive couch and an equally massive TV. “Wow,” she said, kicking the flip-flops off just inside the door. Her feet sunk into plush carpet as she walked toward the couch. “This is like a home away from home. Is your apartment in the city this awesome?” she asked, turning to Morgan. “Of course,” he said, crossing the room to pick up a phone from the end table. He punched in some numbers. “Rachel, would you please bring a fruit and cheese plate to my quarters? Thank you.” He hung up. “Food is on the way.” “You actually woke her up to bring us food?” Grace placed her hands on her hips. “Yes. That’s part of her job.” Morgan turned and walked through a doorway on the left. “She gets paid very well for what she does. And what she doesn’t do,” he said from inside the room. Grace padded across the carpet to the doorway he had entered. Without bothering to knock, she walked into what turned out to be Morgan’s bedroom. “Don’t you think it’s a bit above and beyond the call of duty to call her to bring food at this time of night? It must be past midnight by now.” Morgan had dropped the robe he wore onto the floor and was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a pair of silky-looking pajama pants. “Rachel does many things ‘above and beyond,’ if you must know.” He stood, pulling the pants up. “Why, does it bother you?” “I guess because I’m a woman and I wouldn’t want to be called in the middle of the night to serve food to someone.” She tilted her chin up and crossed her arms over her stomach. “Even though she’s a servant here, you should have a little respect for her time off.” As soon as she said it, she wanted to take it back. What right did she have telling him how to handle his staff? Oh boy, he was going to blow up at her. She just knew it. He wasn’t the kind of man to take orders from

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a twenty-two-year-old intern who hadn’t really even started working for him yet. Her stomach clenched as she waited for the backlash. Morgan stood looking at her for a moment then suddenly burst out laughing. “What is so funny?” Grace struggled to keep herself from stomping her foot. Heat rushed into her face. “Morgan? Want to let me in on the joke?” He dropped down to sit on the bed, still chuckling. Waving a hand at her, he said, “Come here, Grace.” She chewed the inside of her lip for a moment then crossed the room to stand in front of him. “What?” His gaze met hers, his eyes sparkling. “You look like a petulant child, standing there with your chin up and your eyes blazing.” “I’m no child.” “Oh, I definitely know that.” Morgan reached out and stroked her arm. “Sit down.” He patted the bed beside him. “I can see we need to have a talk about how the business runs and how we handle staff.” “Are you going to ‘handle’ me?” She didn’t know whether to be angry or turned on. The thought of being “handled” wasn’t really such a bad thing now that she’d seen what being handled meant when it came to make love. “Come here.” He snatched the sleeve of her robe and drew her toward the bed. She plopped down beside him, turning slightly sideways so she could see his face. Was he poking fun at her expense, or was he going to lay down some rules about her behavior? Either way, it was going to kick in her inner bitch. Morgan looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled up in a small smile. “This is how it is. Rachel and Missy and Rodgers all love their jobs here. They do whatever is asked of them, and we repay them with not only monetary rewards but also by helping them achieve things they couldn’t manage without our help. They don’t mind if we call them in the middle of the night. They don’t mind if we

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ask them to participate in bonding camp. In fact, they enjoy it immensely, as you’ve seen with Rodgers. Now, I don’t know what has gotten to you about the whole situation, but you really don’t need to be concerned about it.” He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Things are great here. Everyone gets along. Everyone does their job. You’ll see.” Grace sighed. “Maybe I was out of line, speaking to you that way, but I just don’t like to see people forced to do things that they don’t want to do.” Morgan chuckled. “I like your spunk. That’s what drew me to you. You’re the only person who doesn’t seem to be intimidated by me. And as far as me forcing people to do things, you sure acted like you liked it earlier.” He gave her an evil grin. A knock on the door stopped their conversation. Morgan stood. “Looks like the food is here.” Grace followed Morgan into the living room. Morgan opened the door, and Rachel stepped inside carrying a covered tray. “Just put it on the coffee table, Rachel,” Morgan said. Grace pulled the robe tighter around her. “I’m sorry we’re bothering you, Rachel.” Rachel smiled at her and placed the tray on the table and lifted the cover. A platter filled with strawberries, melon slices, grapes, and pineapple chunks sat beside a smaller platter that held assorted cubes of cheeses. “It’s no problem. I was still awake.” She looked at Morgan. “Will you be needing anything else, Mr. Moss?” Morgan brushed his hands down Rachel’s long, strawberry-blonde hair. “No, thank you. We’ll be fine the rest of the night.” Rachel nodded, smiled at Grace, then left through the door. The way Morgan caressed Rachel’s hair wasn’t lost on her. She sat down on the huge couch. “Tell me, Morgan, have you and Rachel been together?” Morgan joined her on the couch. “Depends on what you mean by ‘together.’” He chose a piece of cheese and popped it in his mouth.

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“I’m just trying to understand this whole situation,” Grace said, plucking a grape from the fruit platter. “Have you had sex with Rachel?” “Not yet but I will be remedying that soon.” She stopped chewing the grape. His answer had come so quickly and naturally she didn’t know what to think. “Am I in competition with the staff?” Morgan frowned. “I don’t understand what you mean.” “It’s just I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I don’t know if this is normal or if I’ve stumbled upon something that is so far out there I won’t be able to handle it.” Morgan lowered the hand that held a piece of cheese. “We’re fine, Grace. What we do, here and at the office, is only between us. I’m speaking for all the staff.” He took her hand in his. “If this is too much for you, I need to know now. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to feel compromised in your beliefs either.” Grace felt so conflicted. On the one hand, she knew in her heart that even though she’d just met Morgan, she loved him and wanted to be with him. On the other hand, was this situation going to be too much for her to deal with in the long run? Thinking analytically, she was going to have to weigh the pros and cons. “Morgan,” she began, resting her hand on his leg, “I need you to understand something. I’m a small-town girl. This is all new to me. I need to think about what this sort of life is going to mean to me. Do you understand?” Morgan placed the piece of cheese he was holding on a napkin. “What are you telling me, Grace? Are you leaving?” She shook her head. “No, I’m not leaving.” She sighed. “I want you to know, I love you. I can feel it deep inside me that you are the man I want to be with for the rest of my life. It may sound silly, since we just met, but I’m the sort of person who knows when something is right. And you are right for me. I hope you feel the same way about me.” “Grace, I’ve been looking for you all my life.”

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“I remember, you said you were looking for a protégé. I thought that was for the law firm though.” Her heart was beginning to sink. Was that all she was to him? “That is not what I meant.” He stood, pacing to the other side of the room. When he turned back toward her, Grace now saw the formidable lawyer standing before her. His eyes blazed, his presence intimidating. Except to her. She stood, parking her hands on her hips. “Well then, what did you mean?” In two steps he was in front of her. Taking her by the shoulders, he focused on her eyes. “What I meant was, I have never found a woman more intriguing than you. One who could stand up to me one moment and the next, be putty in my hands. You are perfect for me, Grace. I want you to stay.” “What if I can’t handle this?” He smiled down at her and cupped her cheek in his hand. “I think you’re the kind of woman who can handle anything that’s thrown at her. Am I wrong?” A swell of happiness flowed through her. He was right. She could handle anything. “No, you’re not wrong.” She rose up on tiptoe, placing her hands on his chest. “Now, kiss me,” she ordered. His smile turned ornery. “That order I will follow.” He picked her up and held her to him, her feet a foot off the floor. She slipped her arms around his neck just before his lips claimed hers in a molten kiss. Grace was amazed at the wealth of feeling that filled her. She parted her lips, opening for him, and he tasted her mouth. Their tongues tangled, the heat between them increasing. Grace pulled back from his hungry mouth, and her gaze found his. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to feel the need for more than just a kiss.” “I already do.” He let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. “But you need some food and rest. After that”—he wiggled his eyebrows—“I will require more than a kiss.”

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“Sounds like a plan.” She stepped back and clapped her hands together. “So, let’s eat and get some sleep.” After they had eaten half of the cheese and fruit, Morgan led her to his bed, and Grace crawled beneath the covers. Morgan slid in beside her, and she curled up against his side with his arm around her. It only took minutes for her to fall into a much-needed sleep. Deep, low voices murmured somewhere near. Grace shifted in her sleep, straining to hear what they were saying. She couldn’t quite make it out. The voices continued, lulling in their cadence. Then she was cold. Lying on her side, she reached for the covers, but there were none. Am I dreaming? A warm hand slid up her back, starting at the base of her spine in her lower back and stopping when it reached the nape of her neck. She opened her eyes, but it was pitch black. She couldn’t see a thing. Someone moved closer to her, his warmth pressing against her back. The hand moved from the nape of her neck to her shoulder. She smiled, pressing her ass back against the hard cock that poked her from behind. “Morgan,” she whispered. “Yes,” he answered from in front of her. Then he moved closer to her front, his hand caressing her breast. “Who—” “Shh, don’t speak,” Morgan said, his stiff shaft pressing against her tummy. He slid his hand between her thighs, urging her right leg up. His fingers separated the folds of her mound and found her clit. Grace sucked in a breath, her body coming fully awake. The cock behind her nudged the cleft of her ass, the hand moving from her shoulder to her hip, its warmth burning her flesh. The fire ignited the flame inside her, heating her pussy, causing her nipples to tighten. Morgan’s fingers tugged and pulled on her swollen clit, sending her pussy quivering and creaming. Beads of sweat broke out on her upper lips. She swiped at it with her tongue, and then her mouth was assaulted by Morgan’s hungry lips. She moaned, deep in the throat,

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and slipped her arm around Morgan’s neck. Arching her body, she pressed her breasts against Morgan’s chest and her ass back against the heated flesh of whoever was behind her. What a wonderful way to be awakened. Two men, hands moving over her, bringing her awake so sensually that her body came fully awake before her mind. She felt almost primal, letting her senses lead her, not even making an attempt to think. She didn’t know who was behind her, and it didn’t matter. Morgan would only allow someone he fully trusted to be in bed with them. Her role in this erotic scenario was to do what they asked and to enjoy it. She smiled beneath Morgan’s lips and lifted her right leg, bending her knee and parking her foot on the inside of her left knee. She wanted to give them full access to any part of her body they wished. While Morgan’s expert fingers still toyed with her clit, a hand came from behind and two fingers were inserted into her wet pussy. She sucked in a breath as they began to stroke in and out, wiggling inside her. Morgan thrust his tongue into her mouth and pinched her clit. She jerked, her pussy clutching at the fingers inside. “She’s going to come,” a voice, Justice’s voice, said over her shoulder from behind. “I can feel her cunt squeezing my fingers.” Morgan released her mouth from his assault. “Don’t come yet, Grace. Not yet.” She swallowed hard, her throat tight, and fought the urge to give in to sweet release. She dug her fingers into Morgan’s shoulder and clenched her jaw. Justice’s fingers pulled out of her pussy and didn’t return. Morgan’s fingers released her clit. She felt like she wanted to cry. She needed to come, needed it badly. She shifted on the bed, arching her body. “Damn, Morgan, she really wants it,” Justice said, smoothing a hand over one cheek of her ass. “Do you want it, baby?” Morgan asked, his breath warm on her face.

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“Yes, Morgan.” “Tell me,” he said, pinching her nipple. “Tell me what you want.” It seemed all of her muscles were twitching, pent-up energy coursing through her. She needed release or she as going to explode. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice raspy. “Please…” A chuckle rumbled from Morgan. “That’s my girl.” He planted a kiss on her lips. “Tell me again.” She wanted to whine but kept herself from doing it. “Oh please, somebody please fuck me,” she whispered. “I’m going to give this girl some relief,” Justice said. He dipped his fingers in her pussy and swirled them in her cream, then slicked it into the cleft of her ass. Then his fingers parted the cheeks of her ass, and the head of his cock nudged her anus. Grace moaned, lifting her leg up higher and parking her heel on Morgan’s hip, spreading herself as far as she could. “Nice,” Justice said, then pushed inside her slowly. “Oh hell, she is tight.” His breath hissed. Grace quivered, trying to relax her muscles, as he seated himself into her ass. Her body stretched to accommodate him, the burn of the pleasure-pain causing her to breathe through her mouth. His fingers dug into her hip, and he began to move. The friction was exquisite, but she needed more. She clutched at Morgan’s shoulder. “Morgan, please…” He heard her call. With a groan, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Without any more hesitation, he drove deep, his cock hot and hard. “This what you want?” “Mm-hmm,” she murmured, catching her bottom lip in her teeth before she called out. The two men moved opposite each other. Justice thrust into her ass as Morgan pulled out of her pussy. Then Morgan pushed into her wet cunt, and Justice withdrew from her ravaged anus. The movements worked with each other, creating more heat. Her pussy was so wet that each time one of them pumped into her, the sound of

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hot, wet fucking filled the room, their bodies slickly sliding against each other. Grace’s hair was damp with sweat. The heat from the men’s bodies emanated to burn her skin front and back. She licked her upper lip and tasted salty sweat. Her whole body was dewed with it, her skin slick. Their hands moved over her in a sultry massage as they fucked her. She let her body go limp and just allowed the sensations to overtake her. Her breath came in short gasps through parted lips. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. The swirling tightening of an imminent orgasm had begun, and soon her world would shatter. Her arm still draped over Morgan’s neck, she flapped her hand against his back. Two men breathing hard and groaning as they drove in and out of her was the sexiest accompaniment she’d ever heard, a hot, sensual display of the way her body pleased them. She flapped her hand again, her body jerking with the force of their thrusts. “Come, baby,” Morgan finally ground out. “Squeeze my dick in that beautiful pussy of yours.” Grace opened her mouth and screamed, her back arching, her world shattering into a million shiny pieces. Sparks snapped at her nipples like little electric teeth nipping at them. Lightning shot up her spine to the back of her tongue, buzzing. Her pussy convulsed, clenched, then clenched again. Her ass zinged with sensation, her muscles bursting with pure sensual pleasure. Both men stiffened, their cocks burying deep inside her at the same time as they spilled their hot seed inside her. The room was filled with groans and heavy breathing as they all reached heaven at almost the exact same moment. Grace struggled to catch her breath, her world mending itself back to something close to sanity. “I need air,” she said, patting Morgan’s shoulder. Slowly they came apart, giving her some room. A chill rushed over her at the loss of the body heat that had encased her when

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both men were on either side of her. Gooseflesh raced over her skin, and she shivered. “Are you cold?” Morgan asked after he reached over to the nightstand and turned on a dim light. “Yes, a little,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I think it’s because you two got me so hot the room now feels like a refrigerator.” “Well, I can fix that. Come here.” He pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her. She curled into him, her cheek resting on his chest just above his heart. The bed shifted behind her. “I’ll leave you two alone,” Justice said, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “I need to give Lauren a call this morning anyway.” Grace turned and looked at him. “Thank you, Justice.” He smiled at her. “What are you thanking me for? I should be thanking you.” He nodded at Morgan. “I’ll be leaving today. See you in the office on Monday.” “Have a safe trip. Give Lauren a hello for me.” Morgan hugged Grace tighter. Justice gave them a small wave and left the room. A moment later, Grace heard the door in the living room open and shut. “Morgan?” She traced a circle with her fingertip on his chest. “Hm?” “Lauren is Justice’s wife, isn’t she?” “Yes.” “Does she participate in bonding camp? I mean, with the staff and all?” Grace wondered just how many people at the office enjoyed the benefits of bonding camp. Morgan let out what sounded like a satisfied sigh and settled into his pillow a bit further. “Yes, Lauren does participate. She has a penchant for handcuffs. Likes a bit of bondage, like you. But you, Grace, seem to like it a bit more extreme.” He chuckled.

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Grace slapped his stomach. “Hey!” He jerked. Grace pushed back and looked up into his face. She raised one eyebrow. “Don’t you like that I like it a bit ‘extreme?’” “Of course I do. You like extreme. I like to be extreme with you. Why did you hit me?” He frowned comically at her. “I hit you because you laughed.” “I laughed because I’m happy.” Her heart skipped a beat then filled with emotion. “Really? You’re happy?” “Very happy.” His frown turned to a soft smile. “I think you and I are a perfect fit, actually.” Grace damped down the urge to cry. She sniffled and tucked her head, laying it on his chest again. “Grace? What’s wrong, baby?” Morgan placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head back up. “Talk to me.” Grace placed her palm over his heart, feeling the strong, steady beat. “There’s nothing wrong. I just never expected to find someone like you when I applied for the internship. Someone who could fill my needs so perfectly. I’ve never been able to allow someone to have control of any situation, until I met you, Morgan. I do truly love you. I know I’m young, and you’re older, but I know what I want. I want you.” Morgan ran his fingertips over her forehead and down her cheek. “Do you think you can put up with an older man?” She smiled. “Not only can I put up with an older man, I can learn from him.” A smile burst across his lips. “You are turning into so much more than my protégé. I can’t wait to get you into the office and find out just how spunky you can get.” “So, I’ve definitely got the job then?”

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He laughed, loud and long. “Are you serious? I wanted a protégé, and I’ve found the perfect one. Not only do I think you’ll do well in the office, you seem to be a fast learner here at the compound, too.” “I’ve still got a lot more to learn.” “I’m just the man to teach you.” Grace captured his face in her hands and kissed him, long and hard. “So, we’re in agreement. I need an internship, and you need a protégé. I want a man in my life, and you want a woman.” “We are totally in agreement. Shall we make it official?” Both his eyebrows rose. Grace suddenly sat up. “What are you saying?” she asked, looking down into his deep, dark eyes. Slowly, he rose to a sitting position. Looking at her eye to eye, he cleared his throat. “Grace, I never thought I would say this to anyone. I’ve never found a woman who could stand up to me like you do. Nor have I found one who enjoys what I like in the sexual arena except you. I’ve thought about this all night, and I’ve come to a decision.” He took her hand in his. “Grace, I don’t want to lose you. I know you have a chance at Harvard and want to continue your education after the summer of interning at the firm, but I want you near me. I’m different when you’re around. I don’t feel like I need to keep everything closed up inside me. I can actually be myself with you.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. “I’d like to make our relationship official. Grace, will you marry me?” She swallowed. A lump had formed in her throat while he was talking, and she wasn’t sure she could find her voice. Clearing her throat, she began to speak. “Morgan, I love you, and I would jump at the chance to marry you but…” Her voice trailed off when she saw a shadow pass over his eyes. “I hope you understand, but I want to finish my education. I’ve worked toward it all my life, and I can’t just throw that away. Do you understand?” He nodded. “I do.” He let out a small laugh. “I thought you might say no. But let me negotiate.” He cocked his head. “Let me ask you

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this. If I paid your tuition to Harvard and you went ahead and completed your education, would you say yes?” She almost wanted to laugh. A formidable lawyer and a budding lawyer negotiating about a marriage and an education. “Okay, Morgan, I’ll bite. What do you propose?” “I propose that you marry me, spend your free time with me, enjoy your life with me. And in return, I will finance your education, support you in every way I can whether it be as a sounding board, a shoulder to cry on if you ever need one, a husband who loves you more than the universe is wide, and will be there for you to even help you with your homework.” Her heart was racing. Could it be true? Was she still dreaming or was this real? “You realize, if I attend Harvard, I will have to live near there, right?” “Of course I realize that. Do you realize the firm has its own plane and it would make the commute between here and Harvard very short? Do you also realize I have enough money to buy a home near the campus and can do much of my work from home, only commuting when I actually have to make an appearance in court?” She wasn’t cold any longer. Excitement flushed her with warmth, her mind and spirit soaring. “Under those conditions, with you supporting me in my quest to further my education, I accept your proposal, Mr. Moss.” “Seriously? You’ll marry me?” His eyes were wide now, and he looked very much like a little boy. “Yes, Morgan. I will marry you.” Her grin was so wide it was hurting her cheeks. Jumping from the bed, Morgan snatched her from it and twirled her around. She laughed, dizzy with happiness and the swirling room. “Morgan, put me down!” He set her on her feet. “I can’t help it. You make me feel like a kid. I don’t have to be the imposing lawyer around you.” He dipped down and kissed her. “I love you, Grace.”

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“I love you, too, Morgan.” After a shower where Grace fully warmed herself under the hot spray, she and Morgan shared breakfast together in Morgan’s living room, talking and enjoying each other’s company. “There’s something I need to know, Morgan,” Grace said, swallowing a sip of coffee. She was full of scrambled eggs and toast and feeling extremely satisfied and comfortable. “Ask and I’ll answer,” Morgan said, leaning back on the couch with his own cup of coffee. “Now that we’ve become engaged and are going to get married, will we still come to bonding camp?” She wanted to get this question out in the open because she’d really like to continue coming back here and taking part in the benefits of bonding camp. “I can see from the look in your eyes you want to continue bonding with the staff,” Morgan said, a rueful grin on his lips. “Of course, I plan on us participating in bonding camp. I know you like it. You know I enjoy it. We will continue to enjoy ourselves here.” He leaned forward. “And also at home, if you like.” “At home?” Was she hearing him right? “Wherever you’d like. Our sex life will be a very big part of our life, and there’s nothing I want more than to please you, Grace. I’m sure Justice and Rodgers would travel to our home should we ask. Also, there are other staff members you haven’t met yet.” He took her hand. “Like I said, all I want is to please you.” Grace laughed. “I must say, as a lawyer, this is the best settlement I’ll ever negotiate in my life.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Christelle Mirin loves a good story. Her love of reading led to her writing career. She writes every chance she gets, including carrying a notebook along with her to her regular job just so she can jot down notes and plotlines. Christelle lives in Ohio with her husband, son, two dogs, and once in a while, her grand-dog. She has two daughters who live in nearby states and one granddaughter who she loves dearly. Living along a river, Christelle’s family enjoys the water, whether boating, Jet Skiing or just sitting on the bank and relaxing. To learn more about Christelle and her works in progress, visit her website at www.christellemirin.webs.com and find out more. There you’ll see some personal photos, learn what she’s working on, and while there, be sure to visit her blog.

Also by Christelle Mirin Ménage and More: Bonding Camp 1: Bonding Camp Ménage Amour: Transference Siren Classic: Finding Home Ménage and More: Selling Secret Weapons Ménage Amour: Answering Her Desire Ménage Amour: Emma’s Heart

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