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“I am really sorry though,” I whisper. “Let me make it up to you.” I lick my lips and my eyes drop to the outline of his huge cock straining at the seam of his pants.

“Oh, you’ll be doing that later when we get home, I promise,” he says as he steps toward me. “Now, get your ass off the chair and bend over the desk.”

I swallow a knot of trepidation that bubbles up my throat. “Max?”

“Now!”

With no other option, I stand and move my laptop and papers out of the way before bending over and resting my face against the cool wood. Max steps up behind me, rubbing his hands over my ass and making me shiver.

His hands move lower until he reaches the hem of my pencil skirt. When his fingertips brush against the backs of my knees, goosebumps prickle over my forearms and I whimper.

“You like working here?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“You want to keep working here in your office or do you want to go back to a desk at your brother’s mansion?”

“Here.”

“Tell me, why do I have rules, baby girl?” he asks, his voice so deep and commanding, it rolls through my bones and makes me shiver.

I guess I’m in the mood to push him today because the words come out before I can consider the consequences. “Because you’re a possessive asshole.”

He slaps my ass hard and I squeal. “Don’t fuck with me, Joey, because I will carry you out of here and we can do this at home. And if we do that, you won’t be coming back. Ever.” I suck in a stuttered breath as he yanks my skirt up over my ass and hips. “You want to try that answer again?”

“Because you love me and you worry about my safety,” I pant. He’s so possessive and stubborn, he actually would stop me from coming back here. Well, he’d try.

“Better.” His fingers brush over the edge of my panties, and when he tugs them aside, I stifle a moan.

“Are you wet for me?”

I pout. “No.”

He slides two fingers between my folds, coating them in my arousal. “Lying to me too, huh? My brat really wants her spanking today.” I moan softly as he pushes a thick finger inside me. “Unless this isn’t for me?” He laughs darkly.

“It’s only ever for you, Max.”

“Damn right.” He slips out of me and then spanks my ass with the flat of his palm.

“Ow,” I whimper, wriggling my ass.

“You know that wasn’t even the warm-up, baby girl, now stop squirming.”

“It hurt,” I say, pouting.

He leans over me, mouth pressed against my ear. “Not even close to how I felt when I thought something had happened to you,” he growls, and a shudder runs the length of my spine. “And nowhere near as much as I’m going to make it hurt very soon.”

He stands straight again and peels my panties off, running his hand down the inside of my thigh as he tugs them down my legs and helps me step out of them. I look back to see him holding them to his face, breathing in my scent. “Have I ever told you how fucking good your cum smells, baby? I should wear it like fucking cologne.”

“Yes to both,” I say with a satisfied smile as I lay my cheek back on the desk.

He spanks my ass again, warming me up for his belt. Heat and pleasure coil up my spine.

“Max,” I whimper, rubbing my pussy against the edge of my desk for relief, but he stops me and nudges my legs apart with his knee.

“Stop trying to get yourself off and spread your legs so I can see my sweet cunt.”

I groan as I shuffle my feet along the floor. Then Max slides two thick fingers inside me and my knees almost buckle. “Oh, fuck.”