Jay kicked fruitlessly, feeling rather embarrassed as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom as if she were a wriggling sack of flour. She smacked his back and he retaliated with a hard spank that made her screech, “I am the vice-president of your fucking company.”
“Yes, you are.” He dropped her on his bed. “And I own your C-suite little ass.”
“You don’t get to punish me for working.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little bird. If you were really that desperate to be bent over at your desk all night, you should have come to me.” He was wearing silk boxers and they hugged the outline of his hips so snugly that she had no trouble assessing her effect on him when he leaned over her menacingly. “Strip.”
“What’s stopping me from walking past you and going back to my office?”
His mouth tilted up at one corner. “Try it and find out.”
Jay swallowed hard, scooting nervously on the bed. His posture shifted to match hers—like he’ll chase me if I run, she thought, and a hitch entered her breathing. Pretending to be more annoyed than she actually was, Jay huffed and pulled her work blouse off, lifting her hips to slide down the comfortable sleep shorts she’d changed into.
Nicholas knelt down between her thighs as she struggled out of her bra and kissed her, tilting his head at a sharp angle to avoid the blue light-blocking reading glasses she was still wearing. One of his hands tangled in her hair, cradling her head. “You look like a slutty librarian.”
Jay ran her hands down his bare back and felt the muscles flex as he pressed his lips to her chest, just above her pounding heart.Show-off.“I didn’t think librarians did it for you.”
“They do when they look like you.”
She let her hand wander around to his front, and felt him suck in a little as she trailed light fingers over the contracted lines of muscle, before sliding her hand into his pants. With a ragged sigh, he let her cup him, stroking the velvety, wrinkled skin of his testicles before curling her palm around his shaft as she slid upwards from the base.
He made an encouraging sound and Jay stroked him harder, the way she knew he liked, smiling when he moaned against her mouth. But just when she started to feel like she’d gotten away with escaping punishment, his fingers closed firmly around her wrist.
“Nice try.”
With another hard kiss, he dragged her up from the bed, dislodging her hand in the process. She stumbled, breathless, as he walked her to one of the brocade sitting chairs. But instead of pushing her into it, he swung it around one-handed and pointed.
“Bend over it.”
“Excuse me?”
She took a step back and he stalked closer.
“I said, bend over it. Ass in the air.”
The strangled sound that escaped her made him smile. The fluttery feeling inside her body was closer to anticipation than fear but her heart still gave a panicky jump when one of his hands rested on the back of the chair he wanted to her to bend over, caging her in.
If she drew in a large enough breath, her chest would graze his.
“Don’t look at Daddy like that.” He caught her chin, thumbing her kiss-swollen lips. “It’s just going to make what’s going to happen that much harder for you.”
Slowly, repressing a shiver, Jay turned her back on him. He put his hands on her hips, just above her waistband, as he moved her into the desired position. She grunted when he hefted her higher, nudging her upwards until she was nearly on tiptoe.
Then he stepped closer, putting his hands just behind hers on the armrest. “Remember how tense you used to get before I fucked you?” he murmured, just level with her ear. “You knew it was coming, but couldn’t admit how badly you wanted it. That’s how you look right now.”
Jay swayed in place, feeling a flicker of dread when his body heat vanished.
His footsteps padded across the carpeted floor, and she knew, from the deliberate heaviness of his tread, that he wantedher to hear him. Even while listening for his approach, she nearly crawled up the chair when she felt his breath tickling her back. With a low sound of amusement, he dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. “You look so worried.” More kisses trailed down her spine. “It’s not an execution.”
Recognizing her own words being thrown back at her, her eyes narrowed at the wall. “Just a punishment.”
“A punishment you chose.” He kissed her other shoulder, pressing his tongue to her skin as he reached beneath her arms to cup her breasts. Jay stood taller as he rolled her nipples in hard circles that had her squirming indecently against the chair. “I was rooting for the slutty dress.”
“So you could humiliate me in public?” Her voice came out unsteady. Now that she knew what he was going to do to her, a rush of adrenaline kicked through her blood.
Nicholas breathed out a soft laugh and the fabric of the chair blurred. “I told you I’m not an exhibitionist.” He let a hand fall, and she sucked in when he grazed her abdomen with his fingertips. “I was only going to play with you a little under the dinner table before I fucked you in my car on the way home.”
He tugged down her underwear and slid his fingers between her legs before she could react, making her arch against him at the first confident stroke. He pushed back with his body, and she realized that he was naked. Andhard.
