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

nothing popped up. We’d crossed a line and were now in new territory. Our old “deal” was toast. The boundaries I’d set up had been totally trampled. He could now do whatever he wanted to me, whenever he wanted.

Chapter Six
    Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Ethan navigate the crowded sidewalk. For such a powerful man, his movements were surprisingly quick and agile. Maybe he’d learned that from his military training. I wondered what he’d been like as a boy, as a young man. Did he always have that intensity about him, that need for dominance and control? Even now, with his arm at my elbow, steering me through the jostling lunchtime mob, he seemed in absolute command of everything around him.
    Especially me.
    Through the lobby. A nod to the security guard. A punch of the elevator button. A tense wait. Ding. I started to tremble. Something was about to happen, but I didn’t know what. I couldn’t think ahead. I existed on a knife’s edge of anticipation. Would it be now? Now?
    The elevator opened. A bicycle messenger wearing an iPod tried to get in, but he backed off after one look from Ethan.
    Inside. Doors closing. Elevator rising. A held breath. And then everything exploded. Ethan whirled me against the paneled wall. Shoved up my skirt, yanked my panties aside with one hand and buried his cock inside me.
    No words. Nothing but animal growls in my ear. I answered with harsh grunts of my own. The mossy scent of his arousal mixed with the stale smell of worn carpet. We were two beasts fucking in the nearest spot in the jungle. Two animals with no purpose other than this rutting, this pushing and straining and ramming and…oh God, everything pent up inside me burst apart. Wedged between him and the wall, I shattered. Ethan spent himself inside me, grinding out his release with nuclear force, and I gratefully received him…
    I felt dismantled, undone. Maybe he did too. His hands shook as he fastened his jeans and straightened my skirt. The upward motion of the elevator slowed. Had my entire world been rearranged between the lobby and the fifth floor? It hardly seemed possible, but then again, our building had ancient elevators. For the first time, I didn’t mind that inchworm-speed climb.
    The elevator stopped and the doors took their usual two centuries to open. It gave us time to finish putting ourselves back together. At least on the outside. Good thing, too, because there was Brian the package delivery guy, popping up like an overeager Jack in the Box. The big smile on his face slipped as he looked from one to the other of us.
    God, was it that obvious?
    I pushed past him and hurried down the hall to our offices. I didn’t care what Brian thought of me. But I had to do some serious thinking.
    “Dana.” Ethan’s quiet command brought me up short. “Come back here.”
    I thought about disobeying. But it turned out I didn’t have it in me. I walked back to him as Brian gawked behind him. When I reached Ethan, he put his hands to my shoulders and shifted me to one side. I glared up at him, not appreciating being moved this way and that like a coat rack. I was about to object to his manhandling when he stunned me speechless by reaching inside my blouse.
    My jaw dropped. He pulled down the upper edges of my bra, and that’s when I remembered, with a deep throb that flirted with pain, that I still wore the nipple clips. He undid them, one by one, as gently as possible. Glancing Brian’s direction, I realized Ethan’s body blocked his line of sight. Unless he had x-ray vision, he had no idea my boss was tending to my nipples. I winced as the tension released, tension that had become part of my world over the past hour or so.
    My unpredictable boss pocketed the clips and tenderly drew my bra back where it belonged. I twinkled up at him in gratitude. Why had I ever called Ethan a twisted bastard? He’d made sure Brian couldn’t see me before he displayed his obvious control over me.
    Then he ruined the