Restraining the Receptionist: ... the Receptionist, Book 2 by Juniper Bell Page A

my clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure up my belly and into my nipples, where the clips seemed to answer back by increasing their grip. Vibrations flooded my senses. Ethan sat calmly next to me, a rock in my storm.
    “Of course, I wouldn’t let them just fumble their way around. I’d tell them how much you enjoy a finger up your ass. In fact, maybe I’d offer them a butt plug to play with. Maybe one of those thicker ones we’ve been using lately. Your ass has been opening up nicely, by the way. I’ve been meaning to compliment you on it. It’s gotten to the point that I sincerely regret not being able to offer you to my clients. You’d be surprised how much a beautiful girl eager for an ass-reaming can sway a reluctant customer.”
    Wetness soaked my panties. I wiggled back and forth on the wicked little vibrator.
    “You think I don’t know that you want others to see your talent and your beauty? Secretly, you do, don’t you? You’d like to walk into one of our client meetings in nothing but nipple clips and stockings, wouldn’t you?”
    I moaned.
    “You’d love to sit on my lap and let me finger you to orgasm while the others try to hold back their jealous lust. I’d splay you open, one hand to your pussy, the other pinching your nipples until you came so hard, I’d have to restrain you from hitting the table and knocking everyone’s coffee into their laps. Oh yes, you little wanton animal. I know how much you want these things.”
    My breath came in sharp wheezing gasps.
    “Don’t come. Don’t come. Not unless you reset the terms.”
    The devil.
    “Tell me you want me to fuck you blind. It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
    The bastard.
    “As soon as you let go of that ridiculous deal, I’ll let you come. You know it makes no sense. You know there’s something between us.”
    His hot breath against my cheek made me crazy. He ran his hands down my chest to my crotch. If I didn’t come soon, I’d explode on that bench and give some pigeons a heart attack. “Tell me I can fuck you whenever, wherever I want. Starting now.”
    I surrendered. “Ye-es.”
    “Good girl.” He reached inside my blouse and squeezed on the clip. Ravenous need stampeded through me. “Now come. The men are watching, so make me proud.”
    As if I had any choice. His fingers pinched my nipples just like the vibrator rocking my clit. I bucked once, twice, my entire body convulsing with ecstasy. Giant, blinding waves washed across my vision. Grateful and greedy, I welcomed the racking orgasm with a wide-open soul and an unashamed body. I gave myself over to it and let it sweep me into a world of freedom and joy. Only Ethan’s hand on my nipple kept me connected with the mundane world. His touch helped me fly, like a kite on a string. When the mad spasms finished, his hand reeled me back to safety. I rested there for long moments.
    I opened my eyes. A Frisbee lay on the grass. A red-faced, sweat-slicked man loomed over us. Had he come for the Frisbee or something else? Had Ethan’s hypnotic fantasy pulled him across the park to us? I glanced down at myself. I looked proper, more or less. The buzzing of the vibrator had stopped. Ethan’s arm was draped across my shoulder. I probably looked like I’d just woken up from a nap.
    Or not, all flushed and flustered as I was. But they could think what they wanted. I didn’t care.
    Ethan bent down and flipped the Frisbee to him. He nodded his thanks and ran back to his buddies.
    In silence we packed up our picnic and walked out of the park. We ran across the street. Ethan took my arm to pull me out of the way of a kamikaze taxicab. I guess he forgot I was a native and could take care of myself. But I had to admit, it felt good to have a strong man automatically reach out a hand on my behalf. Not something I’d ever experienced before I’d met Simon and Ethan.
    We walked the few blocks to the office, neither one of us saying a word. I usually had a quip for every occasion, but