Page 69 of Pretty Plaything

It’s exactly what I want.

As we pass through a set of doors, I take a good look at every corner. I’ll have to come up with something to return here. It shouldn’t be all that hard.

I raise an eyebrow at Sienna as she stops in front of a door with a keypad next to it. Is it possible that she just led me straight to her father’s office?

But why? I can’t imagine she thinks we’ll be safe in there.

What if she knows something? What if she somehow knows what I’m up to?

I eye her carefully.

No, she can’t know anything.

She punches in the code with zero trouble and the door clicks open.

“Is this your father’s office?” I whisper as she tugs me inside.

“Yeah, and he never comes here during family dinners. He doesn’t want to mix business with family time unless he has to. But we have to hurry.”

A smile spreads across my lips as I close the door, leaving it a tiny bit cracked open, just in case. I kiss her again until we’re both breathless.

Her back hits the wall as I pin her wrists on each side of her head. She moans into my mouth as I grind my erection against her, my tongue toying with hers.

I slide my hand under her dress, pulling it up her thighs, and yank her panties down. She unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants, freeing my cock.

Lifting her up into my arms, I grip her ass and position myself against her opening. I plunge inside her, and a loud moan escapes her mouth.

She holds onto me, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck as I pound into her, my fingers digging into her flesh.

“Honey?” Orlando’s voice calls from the hallway.

“Oh shit!” Sienna says.

I press my hand over her mouth, pumping into her as fast and as hard as possible. As I spill inside her, gritting my teeth to stay quiet, she moans into my hand.

I lower her to her feet, and she frantically pulls up her panties and straightens her dress.

“What now?” she whispers. “He’s probably just around the corner and he’s going to—”

“Go out. Distract him. Get him away from here.”

“Shit,” she mutters as she runs her fingers through her hair.

When she slips outside, I close the door and zip up my pants and fix my belt. As I do that, I look around. I can’t see any cameras in here, which is good.

But I know I don’t have much time, so I stride to Orlando’s desk. I quickly flip through his files, trying to find something useful.

There’s nothing on the desk, so I open one of the drawers that’s not locked. A file with my last name catches my eye, and I pull it out.

I skim through the papers. It’s all the info Orlando has collected on me, probably before he decided to strike a deal with me.

It’s nothing I don’t already know, but one sentence catches my eye.

Kidnapped as a child, but safely returned to parents.

What?

I was never kidnapped.