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I had no intention of dignifying his question with an answer. We both knew why he was giving me money. Services rendered at the end of his dick.

"Janice is retiring at the end of the week, won't be in again until her good-bye party." He pressed his face against my hair, the gesture almost sweetly intimate but I knew otherwise. "You need a better wardrobe if you're going to fill her position. This is an advance on your new salary."

Incredulous, I turned my head to look at him, our lips almost touching from how closely he stood next to me. His gaze dropped to my mouth, his eyelids lowering until they were almost shut. I could feel the slow, deep breaths he took whisper across my lips and forced myself not to lean closer, to bridge that small distance in offering.

"Are you serious?"

Collin nodded, slow and deliberate. He lowered his hand and wrapped my fingers around the envelope. "You'll run the office and travel with me on the same trips Janice would attend."

Reaching across my stomach, he grabbed my opposite hip and turned my body until we stood face to face. "If you're lying to me, you better take this and run."

My grip tightened on the money. He still didn't trust me. Likely, he never would. That made us even. I knew I would be an idiot to trust Collin Stark. Even now, he could be playing me.

Collin closed the space between us and kept on pressing forward until he had my back flat against the door. His hand captured the side of my face, his thumb sliding along until it reached the center of my chin. His thumb pressed down to force my lips apart.

For one foolish second, I thought he intended to kiss me before casting me out for the night.

He tilted his head, his cheek brushing against mine as he whispered in my ear. "Know this -- if you run, there's no place on earth I won't find you."

With that, Stark released me, his hand dipping briefly into his pocket to press the door's remote as he walked away.

Collin

Releasing the mail onto the side table, Mia walked on unsteady legs to the corner. Part of the wobble undoubtedly stemmed from my rough command and her very real fear I would fire her, but I also blamed the sexy open-toed pumps she had on. And those were entirely her fault.

She had started the month in sensible flat-heeled shoes and skirts that fell mid-calf, their loose, voluminous folds hiding the soft, plentiful curves of her body. The blouses, too, had been all business that first week, not a hint of cleavage or even a forearm on display. By the end of week two, my mornings were getting a little brighter as her skirts got tighter and I had my first glimpse at the pale valley between her breasts.

That flash of skin propelled me to review the security archives. I noted the shift in clothing was a completely new development. Given the five month sample of her wardrobe, she hadn't dressed down for the interview or that first week.

I paid even closer attention to the footage from when she first started serving as my junior secretary. Instinct told me that the pretty little addition to my office hoped to catch someone's eye. I wanted to know the identity of the lucky man. But the cameras told me nothing. She was all business outside my office. There was no desk or cubicle she lingered at when running errands on my behalf.

So the man existed outside the company where my cameras didn't reach. I called my second-in-command, Trent Kane, into my office with an unusual command.

Tell me about Mia.

Mia, the pretty, voluptuous twenty-something with a first-class brain and only an associate's degree. Mia, with her dark hair, green eyes and increasingly revealing clothes.

Mia, who had taken up residence in my dreams, where she appeared in no clothes at all.

Shaking the image from my head, I clicked a few buttons on the remote at my desk. First, I locked us in and the rest of the world out. She could leave if she so desired. But, whether she was a spy or a desperate job seeker who had left her last three years in college and two degrees off her resume, I would make sure she wanted to stay.

And if she stayed, I was going to fuck her.

The thought was a shot of pure adrenaline to my cock. The semi-erection I'd been sporting from the moment Mia stood alone outside my door mushroomed to its full length and thickness. Swallowing, I focused on protocol, closing the drapes and then slowly turning the lights off one by one. She flexed and wiggled with each light lost and I both thanked and cursed the long-dead bastard who had invented high heels as I watched their effect on her luscious ass as she moved.

Damn, I wanted my hands wrapped around that full bottom as I plumbed the depths of her moist pussy.

At least I hoped it would be moist. I wasn't entirely confident on that point. Trent's investigation had turned up no lovers or potential love interests, just an exemplary academic background. Even as the omission from her resume worried me, the lack of potential rivals made me hope I had been looking too far afield for why her skirts had gotten tighter and shorter and the necklines low enough to make me drool in the morning coffee she delivered to my desk.

Mia wanted me to notice her. Now I had to find out if the desire was her own or that of a shadow employer -- some competitor or maybe an entity opposed to my clients.

Sliding a desk drawer open, I removed a blindfold.

As much as I wanted to rise from my desk and begin the second phase of interrogation, I made myself wait a few more minutes, ensuring her senses would be heightened beyond any level she had experienced by the time I touched her.

Making use of the time, I looked over Trent's file on Mia. She had grown up in North Carolina. Her father had died before her fourth birthday. Her mother had remarried a few years later, but died a few weeks after Mia graduated high school. Plans to attend Duke University had been abandoned in favor of two years at community college.

Running the blindfold through my fingers, I stood and started my approach. My senses had sharpened in the near dark and I could smell the pleasant odors of her distress before I had crossed half the distance that separated us. It wasn't fear plugging my nose or coating my tongue but arousal.

My steps fell more heavily as I forced my feet to take a slower pace. I wanted to be on her, in her, exploring just how deep the submissive streak I had noticed in her these last four weeks went. I wanted to test how tight and hot and wet she was and how much her body's reaction surprised her. I didn't think Mia knew she had a submissive side. My balls ached at the idea of introducing the sharp, confident Mia who had never met a task she couldn't handle to the Mia who wanted nothing more than to be draped across my desk, her bottom red from the discipline I was about to deliver as her sweet cunt wept for more.

"Don't jump, Mia."

I brought the blindfold up, letting the fabric brush against her softer-than-silk cheek before I covered her eyes and tied the knot. At the sound of her surprised gasp, I leaned into Mia, her generous bottom enfolding my erection. Her body made a little dip and I thought for a second she would pass out. I pressed harder against her, crowding her closer to the corner walls so she would remain upright.

"You left something off your resume, didn't you?"

She stuttered a "yes" at the same time her ass cheeks squeezed at my dick. My hands dropped automatically to her hips to keep her from repeating the motion and unraveling my control. I leaned in to ask my next question gently but right into her ear.

My mistake -- she squeezed again, almost killing my restraint. My brain clicked into auto-pilot, the questions coming out but the answers irrelevant for the moment. I would watch her responses tonight before I deleted the video.

Before then, I would touch her, make her come, spank that full round ass for putting me in this state and for the omission, and fuck her. Definitely, I would fuck her. I wouldn't be able to deal rationally with her until I had experienced her quivering around my cock.

I circled one arm around her waist and gripped her hip more roughly, pulling her to me. We were getting closer to the point where her instinct would be to run, to ask for release. To promise she would go and never come back. No way in hell could I allow that.

"Who are you really working for?" I asked.

The question provoked another physical response, her ass moving in synchronicity with her mouth as she answered. Her bottom all but stroking my dick, I moved my hand lower until my fingertips waited just above her mound. Their placement triggered another physical response, her body arching, so that all of that lush, lush ass pressed hard against my cock, balls and lower stomach.

She wanted me in her, fucking her, even if she might not be ready to admit it. I gave myself a few more seconds of that delicious wiggle of hers before I denied her answer, refuted her subsequent explanation, then reminded her over and over how she had six months to tell me the truth and had lied to my face during the interview last month. Lied and I hadn't realized it because I'd been lost in those green eyes, the fall of dark ash hair down her shoulder, the smile and a body I wanted to sink into.

She trembled as the interrogation progressed, her body a conflict of mixed signals. She was afraid, yet she also was aroused, that arousal mortifying her because she hadn't, at twenty-six years of age, ever explored this part of her nature.

It didn't matter how many cocks had possessed her -- in this one aspect, she was a virgin, shaking in my arms, the dance of her hips stroking my cock, making me have to fight to breathe, let alone ask her the questions and process her responses.

"Please," she entreated. "I needed the job, need to keep it. I've done well, too--"

"No shit."

Damn it! The last thing I needed was to ease up on her. Still, I let her go and took a step back. I couldn't think while I held her, knowing another few inches down and my hand would be covering her pussy, that I could manipulate the flesh through the fabric of her skirt and give her the night's first orgasm.

"Maybe you are telling the truth, Mia."

She nodded "I am. Please let me explain it better."

No. I damn well would not let her explain it better. Her tone had changed, a little of her confidence coming back, just enough to wake that sharp mind she possessed from the haze I had put it in. If I retreated now, I might lose all ground.

"Drop your skirt." I watched as she drew her hands close to her chest in refusal. I smiled, felt a moment's guilt, but pushed it down. "You have a very short timeframe in which to save your job, Mia."

I brought her hands down to her sides. "I have to know I can trust you, have to bring you to a point where you're incapable of lying."

That point was a screaming orgasm or ten. That point was drenched in sweat and her own juices. That point was at the tip of my cock as I buried it all the way inside her dense, hot folds.

I released her hands. "Take off your skirt or leave."

I watched, relieved, as she started to comply.

Fuck. She had no idea how sexy she was at that moment, the tremble in her hands as she fought to unfasten the skirt, the slow, unintentional tease as she fumbled with the zipper or how she had to wiggle and dodge to get the close-fitting skirt down the full hips.

Blood rushed from my head to swell my cock as the skirt hit the floor. "Step out and spread your legs."

She obeyed, slow and weak-kneed. Reaching forward, I fingered the edge of her panties, slid under the band then across the front to run a soft line down the center of her mound. The sound coming from her throat was a moan, not a "no."

"You could be an exceedingly clever plant, Mia." A little more pressure with my finger and I was between the thick, wet folds of her pussy. The soft, inner petals of her labia were hot to the touch, the liquid coating my finger like magma. As long as I could keep the rational part of her brain shut off, there would be only moans and soft pleas for more. "Dark ash hair, those green eyes and a body lush with curves that make my mouth water. Your clothes have been getting more form fitting by the day, your neckline a little lower, your heels a little higher…"

She tensed at the accusation that she had been dressing up for me, but her pussy did a little dance, the inner labia pulling at my fingers as if they would draw me to her core.

My gaze focused on the subtle dance of her body, I pressed on. "The lie would be just enough to bring us to this point, to tempt me into testing you."

My fingers moved up, finding the swollen clit, a small spasm vibrating through her thighs at first touch. I slowly rubbed a line up and down its length, dipping once down near the entrance to her cunt to find she had released a fresh, thick burst of cream.

I wanted to sink to my knees, lick her pussy, capitulating to her need. We could work out the omission after I had tasted her. But I hadn't shot from nothing to a billion dollar company under my control by giving in to my desires.

I swallowed my lust and continued. "Your body's response deepening my trust. Is that it, Mia? Did one of my enemies find a beautiful, desperate and naturally submissive female to betray me?"

The little trembles stopped and I cursed myself. One or more of my words had struck her as false. I didn't think she would deny "desperate." And she was a pretty little fool if she denied "beautiful" or "submissive." But it didn't matter, she was thinking again and I was about to lose her.

Abandoning her clit, I took her cunt three fingers deep. Tight, even though she was sopping. And hot, my fingers feeling like they would melt as I twisted and stroked and buried the entire length of my fingers inside her.

Somehow, I managed to squeeze out another question between barely controlled urges to fuck her there in the corner. "Is that it, Mia? Are you here to betray me?"

"Mr. Stark!"

Mr. Stark? Too cute. I pressed a little higher and harder, getting the base knuckle of my middle finger into her sweet cunt. "Collin when my fingers are in you."

She said something but the blood pounded and thrummed inside my head. I couldn't hear her, was losing patience for words altogether. I stepped all the way into her, my chest against her back, my hand lined up with my cock so that the roll and dip of my hips guided my fingers, added force to their thrusts until the moment I could have my cock in her or her body across my lap, that gorgeous ass up in the air.

"You know what, beautiful? Right now, I don't care. I'm going to punish you for the lie and then I'm going to fuck you."

She moaned, the sound so full of surrender it curled my toes. She didn't care about the job anymore. Her brain had shut down, her cunt in control. It made us even. I couldn't think, couldn't plan, couldn't process anything beyond her carnal reactions.

"You want this?" My free hand surfed across her hip and around the front of her body to find and cup her plump mound. I pressed my teeth to her neck, denting the flesh to hide my own deep want. She moaned something and I doubled my attack, rubbing at her clit as my fingers fucked in and out of her pussy. "Are you close?"

Could she hear the moan locked in my throat, tell how raspy my voice had become or smell buried in the fabric that covered me the steady drip of pre-cum that had started the moment my fingers penetrated her?

Mia replied with a groaning "yes" and grinding ass. The coiling tension inside her cunt told me she was right at the very edge. I pulled out, captured her wrists and held her hands above her head. I wouldn't force her to come in the corner, blindfolded. I wanted to see her face the first time.

"Please," she sobbed.

"Not yet, baby." When she finally stopped struggling to come, I threaded my fingers through her hair and led her to the couch. I turned a few more lights on to see her better then sat on the couch, dragging her with me and placing her across my lap.

The underwear were an unwanted impediment. They went with a sharp shriek of fabric. I looked down the length of her plump but shapely legs -- her ass bare but thigh high stockings and high heels below. I definitely wanted to see her like this again -- and again.