Page 31 of Jealous Boss

I follow that blush like my life depends on it. Watch it spread beneath her collarbone and I’m dying. Dying to stagger over to her, lift her shirt, and follow the blush with my tongue.

“I got… I got a little hot.”

Yeah, and my name is Saint Peter. “Just a little?” I don’t hide my skepticism.

Her color deepens and I can’t hold back a groan. She jumps a little and shakes her head. “Maybe not a little. I got alothot.”

We’re doing this. Might as well go for broke. “Where, Pia? Where did you get hot?”

Her nostrils quiver as she snatches a breath. “Umm… down there.”

Okay. Enough. She’s your intern. You’re at work. Anyone can walk past. You’re supposed to be looking after her, not making her confess her dirty thoughts!

I step back from the edge, having had a first-hand experience of what it feels like to come close to dying from blue balls. I swipe at the sweat trickling down the back of my neck and take a deep breath.

“That… umm, that was a natural reaction to stimulation. But that’s the wrong kind of stimulation.”

She frowns. “But if it’s a natural reaction, why is it wrong?”

Fuck. Good point. “Because like you said, you don’t think you’ll like being… umm, spanked on the butt. Some people find that… they don’t like that.”

But a whole load of others do. And some perverts, like me, love watching a woman’s ass turn red with a good spanking.

Holy shit, I’m going straight to hell.

Her frown deepens. “But… she was screaming for more.”

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

But my dick continues to strain, yelling to be let free. To show this deliciously innocent, aggravatingly juicy girl what it means to stand in front of a horny, sex-deprived dude, spewing scenarios that would make a saint succumb to sin. “Because she was performing for the camera, Pia. She’s an actress earning a living. She puts on a show for others.”

“Oh. So… like no one else outside of that line of work enjoys having their butt spanked?”

“Jesus…”

Having my suspicions that Pia is untouched is a good thing. It fuels the reasoning that I should stay far, far away from her.

And her curiosity is a good thing too, I tell myself.

As much as it’s killing me, I’m glad she came to me rather than some jerk like Harry or even an asshole like Oswald, who wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of her innocence.

Still, I’ve never been this hard. Never.

I look at her. She’s wide-eyed, eagerly awaiting my answer, fucking clueless as to what it’s doing to me.

The thought of someone else being in this position makes me want to?—

“Ethan!”

I jerk into focus. “What?”

“Your file. You’re ripping it.”

I look down and curse under my breath. The file I should be working on is bent under the force of my fury, several papers ripped. Thankfully, they’re not original. I can?—

I stop breathing when her hand falls over mine. I look up into her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Here, let me fix it for you,” she murmurs, and I stifle another groan.

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