Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Hi,” she said, surprised this didn’t feel awkward or weird after what had happened.
It felt comfortable.
He grabbed a cup of coffee and moved toward her. The way he kissed her on the head and slid the tips of his fingers along her shoulder had a chill moving through her. He sat across from her, the stock market report in front of him, and his shirtless chest something she wanted to wake up next to more than just once.
God, you’re really thinking you want this for more than what you’ve shared?
She looked at him and already knew the answer.
Yes.
As she sat there, in her boss’s kitchen, the memories of what they’d shared fresh, pleasant, she knew that no matter what happened, she was glad she’d done what she’d done.
How could something so good be wrong?
Epilogue
“Barbara, please send Miss East into my office at once.”
Karina stood by Barbara’s desk, so she heard the demand through the intercom. The secretary gave Karina a sympathetic look, probably because she’d heard the hard tone in Viktor’s voice. At only six months after she’d willingly given herself to Viktor, a lot of things had changed.
For one thing, what was between them was more than just professionalism.
They were together, their relationship not considered “traditional” by most, if they knew, but Karina didn’t care.
She smiled at Barbara, the woman not knowing what was between Karina and Viktor, but that was because Karina wanted to keep their relationship private. No one needed to know what they shared, and when Karina wanted to tell people, it would be on her terms.
Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to want to tell everyone about them, show her off even, and a part of her warmed at that.
But the truth was, this was about them, and once they let the world in on their relationship, it would be considered high profile because of who Viktor was.
Right now she just wanted to stay in her bubble and enjoy this without everyone judging them... or more aptly judging her.
She went over to the door, smoothed her now sweaty hands on her skirt, and gave three knocks on the smooth wood. It only took a second before she heard Viktor calling her in.
She opened the door, shut it behind her, and clasped her hands behind her back.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?”
Viktor sat behind his desk, and for a second he didn’t even acknowledge her. He finally set his pen down, looked up at her, and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t show any emotion, but then again, this was all part of the game.
“Step forward,” he demanded in a low, commanding voice. “Did you misfile these reports?” He lifted a stack of papers, and she felt this thrill move through her. She’d been a bad girl by putting the files in the wrong spots, knowing he’d see, and knowing... anticipating what he’d do to her.
“Yes, Sir.” Her whole body was strung tight at the commanding look he gave her, and when he tossed the files on the table and stood, her heart started to beat a frantic rhythm. In all honesty Karina never thought she’d be into this type of relationship, but she loved making Viktor happy, and in return she gained pleasure from that.
Of course being the bad girl and having him show her how she should act had its benefits.
“Come closer,” he said, not standing on the other side of his desk. His arms were crossed, his jacket off, and his shirtsleeves rolled up. He didn’t show any emotion, didn’t act upset or annoyed, but she could tell he enjoyed this just as much as she did.
It was in the way he looked at her, the gleam in his eyes that had everything in her instantly heating.
He held up his hand, stopping her, and she squeezed her hands into fists at her sides, waiting for his next command. He placed a finger on the intercom, and while looking at her spoke to his secretary. “Barbara, hold all calls for the next hour, and no interruptions, please.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Barbara spoke. “Would you like me to take my lunch now?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation, still holding Karina’s gaze. He let go of the intercom and straightened, his arms crossed again. “Get on your knees, Karina.”
She was excited, anticipating this, and she felt her pussy become wet and her nipples harden. He walked toward her, his steps sure, his body hard, big.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” Although he asked the question, she knew it wasn’t a literal one. He knew she did, because she liked to test him and his control so many times.
“Yes, Sir.” She answered him anyway.
Before she could even think or react, Viktor had her pulled into the hardness of his body, had her skirt hiked up, and had his hand between her thighs.