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Pleasing Sir

By Delilah Devlin

Published by Delilah Devlin at Smashwords

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products

of the Delilah’s imagination and should not be construed as real. Any resemblance to

persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

To anyone who’s ever had a crush on the man in charge…

Chapter One

T he little red button on the telephone blinked twice. And like a dog trained to recognize

the shake of its dinner bowl, Raelie Wood’s attention was arrested.

Deep within her core, her body began the steady ascent toward full-blown arousal.

A thousand butterflies settled in her stomach, madly fluttering their tiny wings. Her

breaths shortened to excited little gasps and shivered through her breasts. The juncture of

her thighs swelled with lush promise—a pulse thrumming there, slow but insistent.

She’d waited two whole days for a summons. Two days while she’d quietly

attended to the office duties, proving why she’d been bumped up from the floating

secretarial staff to fill in for Bryce Caldwell’s executive assistant while the woman was

away on her honeymoon.

Raelie had seen to every duty on his EA’s meticulous checklist. This morning,

she’d already typed the scribbled notes he’d left in her inbox the previous night when

he’d finally left the office. Not that she’d seen him leave.

Because she didn’t want to seem overeager, she’d left her desk at precisely five

o’clock each evening. Even though she’d wanted nothing more than to stay late, strip

naked, and slip into her boss’s office to show just how diligent a secretary she could be.

The thought of his shocked stare trailing down her nude body was a delicious one;

however, she knew that wasn’t the way to get what she wanted from her no-nonsense

employer. For once, she’d exercise a little subtlety.

The light blinked again, and her gut clenched. Time to start the next stage of her

campaign.

She gathered her pad and pencil and quietly strode to his closed door. Just before

she opened it, she slipped the left side strap of her bra off her shoulder from beneath her

neat white sleeveless blouse. Ready now, she gripped the knob with a sweaty hand.

Her boss sat behind his desk, his face tilted toward whatever report he scanned,

but looking as yummy as ever. Remote, cool…in control. She wondered if he looked as

effortlessly powerful and together when he rolled out of bed in the morning, or if he

donned that cool, professional persona the same way he did his designer clothing.

Watching the way his lips thinned into a firm, straight line as he read, she

imagined that same stern look as he stood over her while she knelt with her hands clasped

behind her back. A smile teased her lips. Heat pricked her nipples.

The restraint of the last few days broke. Despite the EA’s note about him disliking

meaningless chatter, her mouth opened and a breathless “How may I serve you, sir?”

floated from her lips.

B ryce forced himself not to react to the tantalizing phrase which pretty much summed up

exactly what he wanted from the woman—service. A month’s worth ought to get her out

of his system. A textile-free month where nothing but their sweat and his cum came

between their bodies.

From beneath his eyelashes, Bryce saw the tiny smile Miss Wood quickly

suppressed and wondered what had amused her. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze

to the young woman whose cheeks flushed a pretty rose as she took her seat in front of

his desk.

Morgan hadn’t been wrong. His business partner had been the one to suggest the

slender blonde fill in for Kathryn. Miss Wood was competent enough, easy on the eye,

but there was something a little extra, something intriguing about the woman whose body

didn’t fidget nervously beneath his stare.

Yeah, he had to hand it to Morgan—his friend could spot a woman ripe for a little

training from a mile away. The chance to spend time subtly observing her, testing her,

was one he hadn’t been able to resist. He’d been without a woman too long. Procuring

just the right partner had proven a little more complicated than he’d imagined. Who

would have guessed that finding an unruly submissive would prove such a challenge?

His glance raked her from head to foot quickly and with discretion, because he

wasn’t ready to betray his interest. Straight California-blonde hair was pulled into a loose

knot at the back of her head, making her look like a high school girl playing dress-up for

the prom. Cute and neat, professionally groomed, still he would have preferred to see her

hair fall to the middle of her shoulders or in a sexy ponytail—a handy rope he could use

like reins as he rode her from behind. He pushed aside that thought because he knew it

might be some time, perhaps never, before he earned that privilege.

As he assessed her appearance for more hints of an ability to pay attention to the

details, he admired the way her grey pencil skirt kept her knees pushed demurely

together. The crisply pressed, white sleeveless blouse was barely creased, her nylons a

pleasing skin tone, her shoes a demure dark pump. Everything in its place—except for the

lavender band sliding down her arm. His gaze snagged there for a moment.

“Was there something you needed, Mr. Caldwell?” she asked in her breathy little

voice, which had him imagining her whispering just like that in his ear when he shafted

deep. His cock swelled, and he eased apart his legs beneath his desk, smoothed his

expression into a cool mask, and met her wide blue gaze.

A glint of something sparkled there for just a moment. Long enough to warn him

that not all was what it seemed with the delightful Miss Wood. Because he didn’t think

well when he was aroused and worse when he was sitting, he pushed off his chair and

began to pace. “Have you arranged Cafferty’s showing?”

“For four PM, sir. Rance Cafferty said the client was in town and would

accompany him this time to take a look at the office space.”

“Good, good.” He stepped around his desk to pace the length of his office to the

door and back. “We’ll want his approval before we proceed with offering the rest of the

spaces. His client has first priority.” He turned his gaze when he passed close.

She kept her head bent toward her notepad, white teeth sinking softly into the

center of her bottom lip.

He strode closer on the second circuit and stopped beside her.

She glanced up, her baby blues skimming up his abdomen to his chest before

reaching his face. Pink blossomed again in the center of her cheeks.

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