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

to discover, if they chose. I gnawed my lip and worried over how they would react to my decision. I logged onto the computer and checked the time in the corner. Almost nine. My heart sped up as time seemed to slow.
    My two bosses came in together. One minute I was alone, the next, I looked up and there they were, two gods in jackets and ties. A blue-eyed Viking god and a green-eyed Celtic god, if they had them. Can’t say I studied much history.
    “Good morning,” I greeted them. “I hope you’re both well.”
    Two sets of eyes scanned me. How I’d missed that feeling of being visually consumed with loving lust. My nipples poked at my tank as if eager to go greet the two men in person. I stood. “I’ve made coffee for us all.”
    Simon hurried to open the door to the inner office for me. His eyes blazed into mine as I passed. It felt so good to see him again. So good I wanted to fall into his arms right then and there. But the three of us had business to complete, so I restrained myself.
    We poured ourselves coffee in Styrofoam cups. I made a note to myself to bring mugs to the office and save a few trees. Or weird plasticky chemicals, in this case. I didn’t mind washing a cup now and then.
    “You look good, sweetheart,” said Simon, low in my ear. “You’re doing okay?”
    “I’m perfect,” I told him with a wink.
    He finally cracked a smile. “We all know that already.”
    I flipped my hair over my shoulder, feeling saucy and fine. “Shall we convene in your office? Or Ethan’s perhaps?”
    “Mine,” said Ethan, without expression. The man pulled off enigmatic like nobody’s business. But I knew him by now. Hardass with a heart of gold. Or a dick of gold, in this case.
    As always, my wisecracks, even when unspoken, helped me cope with my nerves. My hands were shaking as I led them into Ethan’s office. Ethan positioned himself by the window, arms crossed. Simon stayed close to me. I perched on the desk, legs crossed. The slit in my skirt exposed my legs up to the thigh. Simon’s gaze slid up my leg and settled on my crotch. But Ethan’s stayed glued to my face.
    “Well?” Ethan challenged me. “I offered you a choice. And I promised to live by it. But I’m not a patient man. I’m not used to putting someone else in the driver’s seat. So let’s not drag this out.”
    “But darling…” I put my hands on the desk behind me, arched my back and raised one eyebrow. “I so adore it when you drag things out,” I purred seductively. At least I hoped.
    It must have worked because his eyes went cobalt blue, the way they did when he was telling me to take off my top or touch myself.
    I trailed my hand down my top to my nipple, which I pinched. That felt good, but I knew something that would feel even better. I took my fingers to my mouth, licked them until they were soaking wet, then rubbed myself through my white top until the fabric clung to me. “I’ve brought you guys a present,” I told them. “But you’ll have to find it.”
    Simon glanced around the office. Ethan kept his gaze on me.
    “I’ll give you a clue,” I added. “It’s somewhere you’ve both spent a lot of time.” And then I shut up. Ethan figured it out first. He strode to the desk and shouldered Simon aside. Eyes burning into me, he pushed up my skirt and shoved my legs apart. I was bare underneath the red fabric.
    My new piercing winked back at him. A vertical bar with two delicious balls, one on each end, adorned the flesh above my clit. One of those balls had a way of brushing against my clit in a delicately arousing sexual reminder. The other, steady and sure, counterbalanced it. Perfect harmony.
    “You did it.”
    “Well, Bobby O did it.”
    “It looks…stunning.” His voice thickened with desire. “May I?”
    “Yeah, it healed faster than I thought. Even the healing process was, um, stimulating.” All kinds of sensations had played across my pussy. It had been better than a movie.
    He gently ran his index