I want this. I want him.
“I gave you a job. Wasn’t it good enough? You come here to shake your ass in front of assholes who pay you too?” His voice holds more anguish than anger.
“Yet, here you are, asshole.” My retort has his gaze lighting up like an inferno. It burns into me. Fire blazing through a forest, taking down everything in its path.
His hands grip my shoulders and he spins me around before shoving me back against the wall. My face presses hard against the surface.
“What are you doing?” My words are muffled by the porcelain. Soft hues of cream and pink are too close to my face.
“I’m showing you what an asshole I can be,” he growls, lifting the negligee to bunch around my hips. Without warning, he swats my ass painfully, the sting eliciting a whimper from me. He rains down another, and another, until my knees buckle.
I haven’t been spanked since I was a kid. But this is very different. This…this just made me wet, my arousal soaking the flimsy material of my panties. And I wonder just what else Mr. Kingston can and would want to do to me. Those thoughts have my belly fluttering with hummingbird wings. I’ve wanted him since the first day I walked into his office. But it can never work. There’s just no way… or is there?