Today I’ve got a peek for you at His Plaything, Mackenzie Williams’ hot new sequel to Her Temporary Boss. Check it out!
His Plaything [Slade, Inc. #2] by Mackenzie Williams
Available: December 22, 2016
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
It has been a couple of weeks since Connor Slade offered Morgan White a more permanent job with Slade, Inc. Morgan and her boss are getting closer and closer, except for one aspect of their lives. Morgan rarely gets to see Connor outside of the office setting. She is concerned that maybe their relationship will never strengthen beyond her merely being his office plaything.
Her insecurities only get worse when Mr. Slade hires a temporary secretary for an upcoming business venture. Did Mr. Slade hire her just for the extra help or is there more to it? Has he grown tired of only having Morgan to “play” with? Can Morgan ever be enough for Mr. Slade?[Read an excerpt]
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Morgan hesitated for a few seconds, just watching her boss. He looked fucking sexy as hell. His chest was a rosy-pink color from exercising. His hair was slightly messy, which was inviting. Mr. Slade then looked up at her, putting his hands on his hips.
“Why are you making me wait longer? Ms. White, are you trying to rile me up?” This time, his eyes softened just bit.
“No, sorry.” His schedule floated through her mind, and she knew that he had a fifteen minute window here. That was one benefit to being his secretary.
Morgan stepped forward, and Mr. Slade just barely turned to give her more room to walk. Again, it seemed he was purposely making this hard for her. Connor. Her breasts brushed past his chest as she reached the shower door. When she turned toward it, her ass then brushed against his thigh. His skin felt as if it was on fire.
She stepped into the shower. The water was warm but not too hot as it ran down her body. A small sigh came off her lips as he stepped in. Fortunately, this shower was a little bigger than one would expect in a private office. He’s had other girls in here. That sordid thought wormed its way through her head.
Mr. Slade brought her attention back on him as he faced her, grabbing her hips. “So, Morgan. Let’s see how I want to play this. Should I punish you first for making me wait and hiding from me—”
“I wasn’t hiding.” As soon as she interrupted him, she regretted it.
Mr. Slade’s eyes flashed with something close to irritated amusement. “Thank you for making my decision easy.”
Before Morgan could try to dig herself out of the hole she had created, Mr. Slade spun her around. She gasped in surprise as he quickly pressed her back down. Her face was almost touching the shower wall as he pulled her hips back closer to him.
He turned to the side so the water was spraying straight onto her ass. His hands were soon rubbing over her body. Morgan lifted her hands to the shower wall to steady herself as her eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t entirely know why she craved his punishments but she did. Was it just to please him or was it for herself?
Sometimes the world seemed plastic. These moments were anything but.
Mr. Slade rubbed his hands down her back, over her ass, and lightly grazed her pussy lips. Morgan held her breath until he changed tactics. He smacked her wet ass harshly, and a moan flew from her. He smacked her again, and the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around her.
He growled as he smacked her ass again. This time was much harder, and Morgan’s eyes flew open as she said his name.
“Not good enough. I want to hear my name much louder than that.”
Morgan turned her head toward him and was trapped by his stare. He was looking at her like she was his prized possession. In that moment, she felt like it. He looked away from her, grabbing something. Morgan didn’t know what until her ass felt it.
Mr. Slade grunted as a hard wooden stick spanked her wet skin. Morgan yelped loudly and twisted her body, trying to get a look at the object. Mr. Slade raised it up, and she saw that it was a back scrubber. He was holding onto the brush part. She was very thankful that the shower wall didn’t give him too much swinging room. She closed her eyes as the handle came down on her ass.
“There you go.” He rubbed his hand over her stinging ass cheeks. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
About the Author:
Mackenzie Williams lives in the Midwest. She grew up in a large family with four younger brothers. Mackenzie went to college to study Education. Shortly after graduation, she married her husband. They still live in the Midwest with their son.
Mackenzie Williams writes erotic romance because she enjoys reading the genre herself. She finds the genre to be full of romance and emotions, as well as, excitement. When she isn’t writing, Mackenzie enjoys listening to music, watching movies, or hanging out at a sports bar.