Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(23)

"Let me help you get in position." Tate raced to her side, his warm hand searing the small of her back. He glanced down at her butt. "God, Belle, look at that ass."

She winced. "I try not to."

As he smoothed his hand down one cheek, his eyes narrowed with desire. "Hmm. I won't be able to get it out of my head." He squeezed the plumpest curve, then stepped back with a sigh of regret. "Get the discipline over with, Kell. I want to put my mouth on her."

Desire pooled between her legs, making her feel shaky and overheated. She pressed a hand to her stomach as if that would calm the butterflies dancing inside. When it didn't, she tangled her fingers with Tate's for support and lowered herself over Kellan's lap.

Trying to perch over his thighs was nothing short of awkward. She shifted and rebalanced, seeking a comfortable position.

Kellan's big hand anchored her at the small of her back. "Stop wiggling."

Belle did her best to comply, stilling and breathing through every heartbeat, trying to clear her head of everything except giving him what he wanted. At least that's what the Doms wanted in the books she read. 

When she calmed and stopped squirming, Kell rewarded her with a caress up her spine. Another hand joined his, this one on her outside hip, skating up to cup her ass. She suspected that belonged to Eric. Belle knew she'd guessed right when a third hand planted on her skin, palming her nape before long fingers tangled in her hair. Definitely Tate's.

Desire tore through her. They were all touching her at once, exploring her together. She'd wanted and waited, never imagining for a moment it would happen. But here she was, at their mercy.

She kind of hoped they didn't have much.

"Will you look at that?" Eric's voice broke the thick silence.

"I'm telling you, that is the juiciest ass I've ever seen," Tate said.

"Sustained," Eric quipped as he squeezed one of her cheeks. "This visual is all the evidence I need."

"Ah, do you smell that, gentlemen? Our sweet secretary is aroused." A wealth of satisfaction darkened Kellan's voice.

"Administrative assistant," she piped up, her belly and her breath tight.

She ran that office, damn it. Regardless of the fact she was draped over her boss's lap, her naked ass in the air, that didn't mean she had no professional pride. Her current job might not be her dream, but she did it well.

At that, the hands caressing her, except the one at the small of her back, lifted away. A moment later, she heard a whoosh she couldn't place. A sudden smack followed it. Then hot pain blasted across her right cheek and flared over the skin of her ass. Her breath fled. Her heart raced as Kellan held his hand on her.

"In the office, I'll call you whatever you like." His voice turned silky. "Hell, you keep the place functioning most of the time. But in the bedroom, you're our sweet little secretary."

His words revved her up. The independent woman in her said that she shouldn't like what Kell murmured, but no denying that he made her even wetter. Her emotions were all askew, running haywire. And now that the pain had passed, a burning tingle flared just under her skin. No, a deep arousal-hot, wicked, and addictive. "Yes."

Another smack. "Just yes? Think carefully."

Sensation blanketed her brain, muffling her thoughts. Belle tried not to lose herself in his touch, in her desire to feel his hand on her ass again. She had to focus. What was it he wanted?

"Sir. Yes, Sir," she blurted as soon as she figured it out.

"Much better." He smoothed his hand over her cheeks, distributing the heat and rewarding her-for the moment. "Now, let's talk about lying. I don't like it and I won't tolerate it."

"I second that," Eric put in.

"Me, too," Tate added.

"There you go. I'm not talking about social situations. But Belle, we're not merely your friends. You can't blow us off with a polite excuse. We're about to become your lovers. If you lie to us, expect consequences. We need to know how you feel, when you're hurt or sad, scared or worried. You can't just smile away your emotions."

"They belong to us," Eric explained. "Like your body is about to."

"So, for lying to me in the hallway, I'm giving you a count of twenty. If I catch you lying again, I'll give you more. You will always tell us how you feel. Like now." Kell's expectation hung in the air between them.

She didn't even think about withholding or lying. The words just spilled out. The situation was so intimate there didn't seem to be room for anything but honesty. "Hot, achy, the tiniest bit scared."