Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, I play my part well. I’m just here to fuck her. That’s my cover. Meanwhile, I just need to figure out how to steal her heart like a thief.
As I push the door open, my aching muscles relax as I find her seated in my chair, her heels on my desk… and her hand pressed between her legs. She jerks upright, instinctually closing her legs.
Probably because you’ve still got the door open, dickhead.
“Stay where you are.” I slip into the room, closing it behind me before sliding the lock closed. “Well, Miss Valente. What have we here?” Despite sounding like I’m a truncheon and a funny helmet away from a bobby on the beat, the sight of her almost takes my breath away. Such a stunning vignette, one hot enough to make any police officer’s truncheon ache.
“Whit—”
Her panic feels like a blessing and gives me an idea.
“That’s Mr. Boss Man to you, Miss Valente.” I drop my voice and octave, making my tone very stern.
“Oh.” She catches on to my direction quickly, her smile so brief it would’ve been easy to miss… say, if you were staring at her tits. Her top two buttons of her shirt dress have come loose unless she’d unbuttoned them. The second prospect is much hotter, but I don’t mind which is the culprit.
“So this is what you do when left to your own devices.” My stance wide, I fold my arms across my chest as I stare at her, my expression severe. “I’m afraid I’ll have to report you to HR.”
“Oh, please, no,” she says breathily as her feet slide from my desk. “Please don’t report me.” She tilts her head demurely as she slides her phone into her pocket, unable to hide the amusement in her gaze. “I can’t lose my position here.”
So much emphasis on the word position. So many options.
“What sort of boss would I be if I allowed you to squander company time, Miss Valente?”
“A kind one. Compassionate?”
“Kindness doesn’t keep us in business.”
“Please, sir. Don’t report me.”
Fuck, she pleads so beautifully. I wonder how many times she’s watched something similar in porn.
“It goes against everything I stand for.” I bring my hand to my chin as though torn. “Despite the very hard case you’re making.”
“Hard. Yes, of course it is.” Her eyes dip pointedly. “Only, I’m so desperate for this… position.”
My mouth tips. I can’t help it. Such innuendo. Such fluttery subservience.
“I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” The word comes out in a low rumble as though she’s caught me off guard—as though we haven’t both been waiting for this since I stepped through the door.
“Yes, sir.” She nods, her gaze rain filled. “Just tell me what I can do to make this better. To make it up to you.”
Fuck, yes. “You know what I’m going to say.” I stalk across the office, shedding my jacket and dumping it on the sofa as I pass.
“No, I don’t.” She shakes her head in denial, her chest rising and falling in tight little breaths as I draw to a stop in front of her.
“No, sir.” Along with the correction, I slide the backs of my knuckles over her breast. “You’ve done something wrong, and you need to be punished. Doubly so.” My gaze drops to the floor, where one of the vibrators seems to have been dropped. “Mistreatment of merchandise. Pick it up.”
Her gray eyes flare, wide and expectant, and she laughs a little. Nervousness mixed with anticipation. But bends and swipes it up.
“Take out one of the wipes and clean it.”
Confusion ripples across her face as she reaches for the packet, tearing it open.
“Clearly, you don’t deserve nice things.”
“No, sir.” She holds out the vibrator, cradled in her palm.
“Put it on the desk with the others, then take off your underwear.”
“Here?” She pauses in the act of setting it down next to the others, her big, innocent eyes blinking back at me. “While you watch?”
In answer, I hold out my right hand.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She angles her gaze away as I notice she’s lined up the vibrators in size order. “I don’t understand. Specifically which bit of my underwear?” As she turns back to face me, her hand is a teasing slide into the already open neck of her dress.
“The tiny strip of lace barely covering your delicious pussy.” But I know what she’s angling for as I lean closer, my answer a rough whisper in her ear. “Take off your knickers, you naughty girl.”
“Oh, shivers!” She gives a little shimmy, and her smile reins free.
“Hurry now, Miss Valente. Slip them off and hand them over. Phone,” I add in a bark.” Hand outstretched, I curl my fingers inward. Give. “No doubt you were using it to talk filth to someone.”
“Yes, I was.” As she reaches for her pocket, she ducks her head, but I see her amusement, anyway. “I think maybe he needs punishing, too.”