I shake my head. “I want…no, I need you to wear it.”
“Right now?” Her forehead is so furrowed.
I nod slowly. “Get in my office.”
“But you’ve got lunch booked with Jacs.”
I dial Jacs, but my stare never leaves Rosie’s eyes. “Jacs, I need thirty minutes for a pressing issue. Can I meet you downstairs at one?”
Stowing the phone in my pocket, I growl, “Now be a good girl and get in my office, Rosabella.”
She sucks in a breath. “But you said we must remain professional and?—”
“Are you trying to get spanked? Because I’d love to bendmy naughty assistant over my desk, pull up that skirt, and spank her hard. I need to enjoy your lingerie in person.”
Her cheeks pink.
“I want you in my office and on top of my desk in only lingerie and my chain with my ring in the next minute, or you’re in trouble. Are we clear?”
She nods emphatically and runs into my office. I swagger slowly, but I’m desperate for her. I need to show her exactly why she’s mine and the one I want.
CHAPTER 62
Rosie
He slams his door shut as I pull my dress off.
I lift my brow in question when I get to my heels.
“Keep the heels on, angel.”
He reaches the desk in two strides and clears everything off it.
“The mess,” I squeak.
“I’ll sort it out later.” He lifts me onto his desk with ease. “Lie back.”
“But you’ve got too many clothes on.”
“For now.”
The wood is cool and hard under my skin, but the raging fire in front of me in a snug black suit and crisp shirt scorches me.
As he fixes me with his stare, he slides his finger into the knot of his tie and slowly eases it loose, pulling it enough to undo his top button. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. All week, I’ve thought about this. I didn’t know I could be this horny for anyone, but that photo with my ring around your neck, your tits spilling out ofyour bra—fuck,” he murmurs. His fingers play with the chain around my neck. “Wearing this ring means you’re declaring you’re mine.”
I nod.
“Say it,” he grunts possessively. “Say you’re mine.”
“All yours,” I whisper, struggling to catch my breath.
“That’s right, and I’m yours.”
He kisses my throat above where the ring dangles. His lips travel lower.
“These fucking beautiful tits are mine, too,” he says, biting my nipples through my bra.
