Page 50 of Ardently Yours

Before I lose control, I pocket the hairpins, back off, and move to my office chair, lowering myself into it with my thighs spread wide.

Charlotte plays along with the fantasy—she’s the one who planted it in my head in the first place, after all—and makes an adorable huffy sound when I click my computer mouse and fire the monitor to life.

“We have an appointment to discuss the drafts I sent you,” she says.

I’ve never wanted to fuck an employee. It’s not the idea of abuse of power that gets me hot. It’s not the skirt or her fake job either. It’sCharlottein the skirt, leaning on my desk with her blouse undone, and ready to play.

She crosses one sexy leg over the other and bobs her high-heel clad foot impatiently. My eyes cross with the effort not to pounce.

I clear my throat and adjust myself in my pants. “I’ll be with you in a moment, Ms. Miller.”

“Sir, if you don’t have time to discuss the Haluski project, I can come back later.”

I bite back my laugh. Haluski is a type of egg noodle she made for her chicken soup recipe two days ago.

“Be patient, sweetheart. Think of yourself as motivation for me to finish sooner.”

The file I open is a spreadsheet of household expenses. Whatever I screw up in my distraction won’t matter because I won’t save it.

As I click through the spreadsheet, I squeeze her full breasts with my left hand, then slide the cups of her bra down, one after the other, until they’re fully exposed.

Casually, I toy with her hard nipples, tugging and tweaking them. Her breaths come in rapid little pants. I can’t resist looking over to take in the sight.

“You’re making it difficult to concentrate on numbers today, Ms. Miller,” I scold.

Her blush renews, and I feel the heat as it rises under her skin. I’m touching her at last, and everything is more visceral. “Are you all right, honey? Not running a temperature, are you?”

She grins and shakes her head.

Forcing myself to stare at the computer monitor, I move my hand to her knee and randomly click on spreadsheet cells with the other. I slide my palm up Charlotte’s leg and under her skirt, stopping when I reach the lace edge at the top of her thigh-high stockings. First, running my fingers over it, then dipping beneath it. She shivers, then squirms closer, as if trying to move me where she wants me.

Her silky skin under my fingertips is heaven, but I give her a stern look and remove my hand entirely. “It appears your current position is a problem. Stand up. Turn around. Bend over and place your hands stretched out in front of you on my desk.”

She whirls to comply. Still seated, I nudge her ankles farther apart with my foot and coast my hand over her lower back, guiding her gently into position before giving one luscious ass cheek a squeeze. “Spread those pretty thighs as far as they’ll go, sweetheart. Arch your back. Good posture is critical for your job performance.”

Charlotte snickers and makes a valiant attempt to widen her stance but doesn’t get far. “The skirt is too tight for that.Sir.”

“Do I detect sass in your tone, Ms. Miller?” Since I’m behind her, she can’t see my grin, but she has to hear it in my voice.

“Who in their right mind would sass Arden McRae III?”

“You would. You always have.” I fake a sigh as I wheel my chair directly behind her. Perfect height, just as I predicted. “It makes me want to spank you.”

She freezes, then looks back at me over her shoulder, dropping character. “Really?”

I wink and show her my thumb and pointer finger a half inch apart.A little bit.

She shivers, then faces forward once more, arching her back in a sexy feline-like stretch. “If you think a spanking is necessary, sir.”

I grab her round cheeks and give them a jiggle, then I stand and deliver a mild swat. The sound she makes is anything but pained.

Self-control over my own arousal is next to non-existent at the moment. “I can’t wait to see this ass shake and bounce when I’m inside you,” I mutter.

She moans quietly and pushes farther into my grip.

I unzip the navy skirt and pull it down to reveal Charlotte’s white lace panties. “These are pretty, but they’re in my way. Slide them off, but don’t stand up.”

Watching Charlotte reach back and draw her tiny panties down her thighs has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. When she kicks both the skirt and underwear off her ankles at last, I run my palms over her ass. “Three more swats, Ms. Miller. Just to be sure the lesson sinks in.”

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