Page 113 of Hushed

She looked up at him with a sad smile. “I don’t think anything specific is wrong. Everything got overwhelming when I sat down to work. And I’m not comfortable in your office.”

He frowned and sat next to her.

“Don’t get your feelings hurt. Your office is lovely. The trouble is, it’s not my office.”

He laughed and put an arm around her shoulders. “I get it.”

“I like your office at Exposure, though.”

He grinned. “You better like it after what I did to you in there last night. Is that what you need? Do you need me to bend you over the desk here and fuck the hell out of you, so you’ll be comfortable?”

She giggled. “When Reggie isn’t here, I’ll take you up on that.”

He kissed her nose. “Don’t have to ask me twice. Want me to take you to the club before I go to the White House?”

Her hand rose to her face, and she bit a fingernail nervously. “Would that be OK?”

Pulling her hand away from her mouth he kissed the spot she’d just been biting. “I’ll talk to Reggie. And don’t argue about him tagging along. It’s that or I get one of the other guys to tag along.”

“Ripley or Peter?”

“Or Noah,” he agreed. “I trust all of them with my life, but I assume you’re more comfortable with Reggie.”

She chewed her thumbnail on her other hand, making Gage chuckle. It was a deeply ingrained habit, but he found himself wanting to find a kinky way to break it. His cock stiffened at the thought of all the other things he could have her doing with her hands. When he pulled her second hand away from her lips and held them both tightly, she finally gave him an answer. “Yeah. I’d rather have Reggie.”

“Good girl. Olivia can join you, too. She’ll be here in a little while with some clothes for you.”

“How does she know what to get me?”

Gage shrugged. “I’m resourceful, and Olivia is good with clothes. I trust her.”

She yawned, and he frowned. “You didn’t sleep long enough last night. Why don’t you take a nap?”

She shook her head. “I’m not tired.”

He laughed. “Don’t lie to me, Kenzie.”

“Fine. I’m tired, but I don’t want to sleep.”

“Better. I’d lay down with you, but I need to change and prep for the White House.”

“Are you going to get dressed up?”

The way her eyes lit up had his head tilting to one side in curiosity. “I was going to put on slacks and a dress-shirt, yes.”

She clapped her hands, and he laughed. “If it makes you that happy, I’ll dress like that all the time.”

She shrugged. “You look hot in jeans and a t-shirt too, but when you’re in a suit or dress clothes, I want you to do terrible things to me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

She looked away, and a flush crept up her neck. He pulled her gaze back to his with a gentle hand in her hair, and she sighed.“It looks more… dominant? I want you to spank me and make me be a good girl when you’re dressed like that.”

“Lose the t-shirt,” he ordered, standing.

This time, she heeded his rule about the bedroom and obeyed without hesitation.

“Naughty girl having breakfast with your brother with no bra and panties on. I ought to blister your bottom.” Her brow wrinkled, but he continued before she could say anything. “And yes, I realize I told you no more panties. Let’s revise that rule to you asking for permission to wear them.”

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