Veda chuckled. "I see why they call you the intern eater…" For a brief second, she had the most ravishing smile, but it faded instantly and her cheeks flushed red. That alone was enough to make my dick jump up, as if it wasn’t already rock hard.
There was a spark here between us that was way more than just a chemical reaction.
Veda saw my nasty side and not only had she stuck around, but she managed to enjoy my presence.
"I could have my car around front in ten minutes…" I said without thinking. "If you really meant that." I was thinking with my dick, not my brain, but watching the hitch in her breath, the way her tongue drew out over her bottom lip slowly and then vanished into her mouth again—it was worth it.
"I'll get my coat." Veda stood and then she was gone. With no need for coaxing or any hesitation on her part, she was following my invitation.
Adrenaline surged through my body so fast, I lost my mind. I headed for the front door with my phone in hand, texting my driver to bring the car around, and as I passed Penny's desk she called, "Sir! Where are you going?"
"Out to make a call?—"
"Sir, your coat!"
I glanced over my shoulder at my office door hanging open and the dumbfounded expression on my assistant’s face as I pushed the elevator button and the door opened immediately.
Maybe I needed my jacket, but not for what I was about to do.
In under ten minutes, I was seated in the back seat of my limo with the partition up and orders for my driver to stay put unless he got a text from me.
The cabin was warm and Veda practically followed on my heels, but she had the sense to put on her coat, at least.
I pushed the door open from the inside and she slid in. She smelled like a breath of fresh air, literally.
Her perfume was something light and airy, like lilacs in spring. And as soon as the door was shut, she started shedding layers—the coat, then her heels, then her earrings.
"Whoa… hey," I said, grabbing a wrist. "Slow down. No need to rush."
Her hand was trembling, whether from adrenaline-based excitement or fear, I didn’t know, but I finally felt confident that though I was crossing a line, it wasn't going to end in my dismissal from my own company.
"Sir?" Veda mumbled with narrowed eyes and a scrunched forehead.
"You're an amazing woman, Veda. I want to savor you and enjoy this." I curled a hair around her ear and continued. "Now, last time, we didn't really talk about anything at all. I just took what I wanted. But what about you? Are you prepared for this? I mean, should I use protection?"
Some of these things I knew I should've brought up before I ever laid a hand on her last time, and that was my mistake.
This time, I wanted to be conscious of her desires and make sure she was taken care of.
The last thing I wanted was to walk away from this perfect moment feeling like I'd left things undone.
"Honestly?" she asked.
"Yes, I mean, I want you to be comfortable, and yeah, I'm really horny and I'd just take you like I did last time, but I want you to know I value you as a woman. You're not an object to be handled." My hand lingered on her cheek, thumb brushing over that high ridge of her cheekbone.
"I honestly liked it when you just bossed me around." She leaned forward, but in spite of the confidence with which she carried herself, I saw a bit of hesitation in her eyes. Uncertainty, maybe?
Her confession made a shot of desire punch through what little restraint I had left. "You like when I just order you around?" I growled from low in my chest, feeling my cock swell painfully.
"Yes… Daddy…" she purred, drawing out every syllable of the words. "Punish me… I've been a bad, bad girl."
Her whisper broke the last thread of restraint I had in me, and she smirked when she saw the flash in my eyes. “You think that’s all it takes?” I asked. “One little sentence and I just lose my mind?”
Veda bit her lip. “No, Sir.”
“No,” I repeated. “You’ve been walking around my office in that skirt all day, knowing exactly what it does to me. You want punishment? Earn it.”
She swallowed. “Tell me how.”
