“It has a special lock,” I told her. “It won’t come off.”
She gasped.
“Now, I’ll never lose you.”
“Arrogant—” She flew at me.
I caught her, then held her tightly as the elevator doors opened. I lifted her up and carried her into my office. Lucky that it was late and my assistant was long gone. The lights were on low.
I headed toward my desk, noting the neat pile of mail and a small parcel resting in one corner. I ignored them, then sat in my office chair and pinned Lark face down on my lap.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.
“Giving you the spanking I promised.”
“What?” she shrieked.
I yanked her jeans down.
“No panties again, Lark.” I gripped her buttock and kneaded.
She wriggled, which made my cock harder. I knew she’d feel it digging into her belly.
“Don’t you dare, Thorne?—”
Her skin was so smooth. I gave it a light smack.
She gasped.
“Did you like that?”
“No.” Her voice was breathy.
I dipped my hand between her thighs. “Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” I stroked. She was wet for me. Saturated.
She moaned.
“My naughty little bird is lying.” I spanked her again. One cheek, then the other.
Soon, I had her writhing. I gave her six sharp smacks. I knew she’d be feeling the delicious heat.
“Bastian—” she panted.
“Feel free to come, Lark.” I slid my hand back to her pussy, thrusting my fingers inside her. She was slick and tight. “God, I’ve sat here more times than I can count thinking about you.” I ran my thumb through the wetness, then moved it to find her clit.
“Oh, God,” she panted.
On the next caress, she came, crying out my name.
As she caught her breath, I caressed her ass, letting my desire throb through me. I wanted all of her. Her body, yes, but also her heart, her mind, her soul.
She sat up. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks filled with color. The look on her face was hot and needy.Beautiful.
“I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson,” she murmured.
My heart skipped a beat. “Oh?”
She slid off my lap and onto her knees between my legs.
