“Warren.” I say his name.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His hand runs down the curve of my ass. He takes his time like he’s memorizing the feel of me under his hand.
“Stop calling me that.” It’s not that I don’t enjoy hearing him call me that but that it does weird shit to my insides. He can’t have a pet name for me. That’s going too far, crossing lines I’m trying to put up to keep him at a distance. Yet he continues to step right over them with all his lingering touches.
“You give a lot of orders for a girl bent over my desk.”
I moan when I feel his cock press into my ass. His hand slips around to go under my shirt. His fingers trail across my stomach until he reaches the button on my slacks. He tugs, popping the button loose before shoving my pants down my legs.
“Is this what you had in mind? When you kept running your mouth?” This time when he runs his hand down my stomach, he keeps going all the way down to between my thighs.
I bite the inside of my cheek when I hear him let out a low curse under his breath. I close my eyes. I’m not sure if it’s shame or shyness, but there is no denying now that I am turned on. My wet panties are all the evidence that he needed.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“Go to hell.” I let out a small scream when his hand comes down onto my ass. The shock of pain hits me, somehow traveling straight to my clit. I try to press my thighs together, but he catches me. He uses his foot to spread my feet wider apart.
“Do you want to try that again?” he asks, his hand rubbing the spot he smacked. I don’t say a word. Not even to tell him to stop. “Okay then.” He yanks my panties down next, dragging them halfway down my thighs. His hand comes down on me again, this time on my bare ass.
The sound of the smack hitting my skin is as erotic as the feel of his hand on me. He rubs again. When he pulls his hand back, I know he’s going to spank me again and again until I answer him. The throb between my legs continues to grow with no relief in sight. Even my breasts are starting to ache. I need release, but how much am I willing to give up to get it?
“I don’t know why I do it,” I blurt out. It’s the truth. I’ve never worked in an office, but at the diner I would never have talked to the manager—let alone the owner—the way I speak to him. I shouldn’t be doing it now. I can’t lose this job. That would mean I failed. But still I push and push as if I’m a child pressing the boundaries to see what I can get away with.
“See. Was that so hard?” His hand runs back down between my thighs, but he only cups my sex. I shamelessly try and press down on his hand, needing more. I cry out when he removes his hand, but a moment later it’s coming back down onto my sex.
I gasp. All the air leaves my lungs. He did not just spank me there! My legs start to tremble. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I want to push up off the desk and attack him. Demand that he finish what he started.
“If there is something you need, all you have to do is ask for it, sweetheart. We don’t just take things.” He cups my sex again. I’m so turned on that I can feel my own arousal coating the insides of my thighs.
“Please,” I breathe out. “Warren.” I open my eyes and look back at him. Everything inside of me stills for a moment when my eyes meet his. The desire and need on his face for me brings out a longing deep inside of me. Emotions that I try to keep shoved down as far as I can.
“That’s all you had to do. I’ll always give you what you ask for.” His fingers find my clit before I can open my mouth and be a smartass once again. I’m already too primed that it doesn't take much. The pressure alone is almost enough to send me over the edge.
I cry out his name as the orgasm takes over. It feels as though it’s a wave crashing down on me, and I can’t catch my breath. It keeps going, taking me under, the pleasure and bliss consuming me. It’s been too long since I’ve experienced any of those things. A tear escapes from me.
My legs start to buckle, but I don’t hit the ground. Warren moves me. I feel the panties slide back up my legs as he releases the tie from my wrists. He lifts me easily into his arms.
I slowly open my eyes after a long moment. My head is resting on his shoulder, his fingers trailing gently up and down my arms.
He hasn’t tried to do anything else. I’ve been bent over the desk, bound and more turned on than I have ever been in my life. Hell, more than I thought was humanly possible. I likely would have let him do anything. I lift my head, my eyes meeting his.
What the hell have I done now? There is no going back. I’ve crossed the point of no return.
Chapter Twelve Warren
“The paperwork for the Park Hill deal is almost done, and I’ll have it delivered to you this afternoon. We have some hits on the black SUV that we’re running down. The police aren’t much help, but the guy who owns the tech company on the top floor, Maxim somebody, is working on some kind of character recognition thing. I don't really
