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intrigue.
 Don t just stand there, he said.  Close the door and come closer
so I can get a better look at you.
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Lauren closed the door, her hand slipping on the doorknob. Her
palms weren t the only thing that had become wet. The way he spoke
reminded her of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.
 Come here, he said, crooking his finger.  I won t bite. Unless
you want me to.
Lauren stepped forward, a smile beginning to form on her lips
thanks to his little joke. Then she noticed the seriousness of his face
and realized he wasn t joking. She tentatively walked toward him.
 I m sorry I m late, she said softly.
 As you should be. His dark eyes flashed with danger.
Lauren stopped, her heart skipping a beat.  I didn t mean to 
 Hush, he said with a wave of his hand.
She swallowed, unsure of what to do now. Maybe this was a
mistake.
 Don t be so shy, Miss Brooke. A smile caressed his lips.  I ve
been informed you prefer the subservient role in our bonding.
She let out her breath.  Yes.
 You ve been instructed on what we do, how we perceive each
other at our firm? One dark eyebrow rose questioningly.
 Yes. I have. She clasped her hands in front of her, trying to look
prim, which was very hard to do when such a sexy beast sat in front
of her.
 And you are comfortable with our arrangement and wish to join
us?
She nodded.  Very much. I signed the contract and hope to be an
asset to the firm.
 Yes, I m aware of the contract. It has been signed by all of us,
and a copy has been sent to your room. Morgan tilted his chin down
and laced his fingers together in front of him, his elbows propped on
the arms of the chair.  Do you have a secret you wish to bond us
with?
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Lauren hesitated for only a moment. Then she remembered the
decision she had come to a while ago. She was in this all the way.
 I ve always wanted&  Could she say it? Actually say it out loud?
 Yes? Morgan asked, raising that eyebrow again.  Contrary to
popular belief, I can t read minds, Miss Brooke.
 I ve always wanted to be handcuffed, she said, her words
coming out in a rush.
* * * *
Morgan forced himself not to smile. Handcuffs. This prim, proper
girl in the yellow sundress, who looked so innocent standing there in
front of him, wanted to know the feel of steel bracelets securing her
wrists while someone like him did whatever he wanted to her.
His shaft pulsed at the thought.
They all had their kinks, this motley crew who made up their law
firm. Some liked bondage. Some liked to dish out a bit of
punishment nothing too harsh, mind you. No telltale marks would
ever show in court, nor would anyone ever draw blood. Bonding
camp was the safest place for you to be if you wanted to indulge in
being punished or being the  punisher.
There were also those who liked a taste of the same sex once in a
while, or a bit of two-on-one matches, but didn t want it broadcast to
the masses. Then there were the fetishes, too many to name.
No matter what your pleasure was, there was always someone to
satisfy you. It was the main perk of working at Cane, Moss, and
White. No one harbored any sexual frustration. An active sex life was
the basis of a happy life in Morgan s opinion.
 Handcuffs, then, he said.  I do believe I have a set. Or two. He
could swear she was visibly vibrating in anticipation.
He pushed himself up out of the chair and rose to his full height of
six foot five. He reached out and cupped the back of her head in his
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hand and drew her to him.  Would you like to know one of my
secrets? he asked, liking the way her cheeks were flushed with heat.
 Tell me, she said, her gaze locked with his.
He leaned down, placing his cheek against hers, his mouth at her
ear.  I like it if you struggle just a bit. Put up a fight to make it
interesting.
She sucked in a breath sharply.
 Don t worry, he crooned, massaging her scalp with his fingers.
 If it becomes too much, just say the word  stop.  He ran his tongue
along the edge of her ear. She smelled wonderful, of warmth and sex.
 Are you willing to fulfill my desire as I am ready to satisfy yours?
 Yes, she said breathily.
His fingers tightened in her hair, gripping it.  Let s see how much
fight you have in you then.
Lauren pressed her hands against his chest and pushed herself
away.
Morgan laughed. The fire in her eyes was a deft touch.  It won t
be that easy, he said, advancing on her.  I will have you.
Lauren ran her tongue across her upper lip. She darted to the side.
Morgan caught her with one arm around her waist and lifted. She
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