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finished.
 Thank you. Lauren bent to retrieve her panties from the floor.
Justice stroked one firm globe of her bottom.  Why don t you just
leave those here? He took the panties from her hand when she
straightened.  I ll have them sent to your room for you.
 But my meeting 
He cut off her words with a kiss. She melted beneath his
onslaught. When he came up for air, he caught her gaze with his.
 Your meeting with Morgan won t require panties. Just remember,
we re bonding this weekend. Sharing our secrets. Getting to really
know one another.
He saw her swallow.  Don t be afraid, he assured her.  Morgan
is a lot like me. I m sure you ll get along famously.
She gave him a tentative smile.  Okay, but I m still nervous.
Justice turned her toward the bathroom.  Don t be. Remember, we
want you to join our little family.
She flashed a smile over her shoulder at him.  And I want to
join.
He smiled and waved a hand at her to go on into the bathroom.
 Go on, freshen up.
She nodded and entered the bathroom.
Justice blew out a breath and raked his fingers through his hair.
 One down, two more of us to go, he said to himself. After the other
two bonded with her, though, he was claiming her for his own.
He picked up the phone and called Rodgers. He instructed him on
what to do with the paperwork then disconnected the call. Then
Justice dialed Morgan s extension. Best to let him know she was a
little nervous.
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And it also wouldn t hurt to let him know what Lauren s
preferences were, either.
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Chapter Six
Lauren straightened her dress, smoothing her hands down the
front of her skirt. It felt a bit awkward to be going to a meeting sans
panties. But if the situation was everything it seemed to be, it was a
fantasy job come to life. How free she would feel if she could live her
sexual fantasies never having to fear the content of them, or her
actions, being revealed.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her
cheeks and chest were flushed pink, outward signs of the satisfaction
and passion she had just experienced at the hands of Justice Cane. Her
eyes even sparkled with an energy she hadn t felt in years or maybe
ever.
She tapped the fingers of her right hand on the marble vanity top.
The facts as she knew them were: There was no way a prestigious
firm like Cane, Moss, and White would risk their reputation for a sex
scandal. They already had a contract in place in the event any
corporate secret because that s what it would be, a corporate
secret was revealed. Five million dollars was a great amount of
money, no matter how rich you were. And from the looks of the
contract, it was airtight.
In other words, this bonding camp arrangement was the real deal.
Lauren smiled at her reflection.  Let it go, she whispered.  Enjoy
it. You ll have the signed contract. Bond with them, and make some
truly loyal friends.
With a bounce in her step and excitement tickling her insides,
Lauren returned to Justice s office. He was sitting at his desk, looking
over some paperwork.
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Feeling a bit adventurous, she approached him from behind and
snaked her arms around his neck. She leaned in close and whispered
in his ear,  Thank you for the lovely meeting.
He chuckled.  My pleasure.
 And mine, she said.
He looked up at her, and she graced him with a quick kiss.  I have
to go. I think I m late already, she said, glancing at the clock on the
opposite wall. Sure enough, she was already ten minutes late for her
next meeting.
 Get moving, Justice said, giving her a little smack on the bottom
as she headed for the door.  I m having the signed contract sent to
your room. And you are late. Morgan just may punish you for it.
Then he winked.
A zing traced down her spine at the hint of punishment.  See you
at dinner, she said and rushed out the door.
Lauren had never met Morgan Moss, but she d seen pictures of
him in the newspaper. Known for his fierce style in the courtroom, his
looks suggested he was equally fierce outside the courtroom.
She arrived at the door to his office, which was three doors down
the hall from Justice s. She raised her hand, hesitated, then knocked,
saying,  Ah hell, under her breath.
 Come, the deep voice on the other side of the door said.
Lauren opened the door and stepped inside.
Morgan sat in an overstuffed leather chair facing the door.
Lauren s blood thrummed through her veins. He looked sexy,
dangerous, forceful. His black hair was loose, the ends brushing the
shoulders of the crisp white shirt he wore, the front unbuttoned to his
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