Page 36 of Jealous Boss

“Because you’ll make them want to be the one to deliver those spankings,” I reply, much harsher than I intended to.

But she doesn’t flinch like she would’ve done a few days ago. She blinks those eyes at me. Then takes a thoughtful bite of herbanh bao vac.

Swallows. Licks her plump lower lip slowly.

I groan and cross my legs, but I feel my dick lengthening. Thickening. Pushing against the soft material of my lounge pants.

She only needs to drop her gaze to see me getting hard.

“I don’t see the problem, Ethan.”

“Fuck, Pia, you’re just twenty.”

“And you’re just fifty-seven.”

I scowl. “I’mnotfucking fifty-seven.”

She shrugs. “Oh, I thought we were just tossing out random numbers.”

Cheeky, infuriating, sweet fucking girl. “I’m serious.”

“I’m not bothered by your age. Why should you be bothered about mine?” Her head cants to the side. “Were you a virgin at twenty?”

“No.” I reply through clenched teeth because, this girl. She’s fucking killing me.

“When did you lose your virginity?” she pushes.

“I’m not discussing that with you.”

“Blink twice if it was before you were twenty,” she tosses back.

For that alone, I want to stride over there, lay her face down on the kitchen island, and spank that juicy ass she’s been fixated on getting reddened.

But as much as fulfilling that dirty fantasy would satisfy me, it’ll be playing right into her devious, unwitting little hands.

Hands I want right this second on my body, exploring. Taking my cock out of my pants, dropping to her knees and jacking like she’s pumping for oil?—

I fold my arms, taking a stern stance I don’t feel inside. And stare unblinking at her.

She gives up after a minute, sighing as she lays down her chopsticks.

“Finish your food,” I say.

She grimaces. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

I want to toss out all the reasons she needs the right nutrition and her strength, but it feels alarmingly like straying into parent territory. So I smash my lips together and swallow my words.

“My friends say sex isn’t a big deal. That the boys they’ve been with don’t know what they’re doing. I don’t think I’m missing anything?—”

“Good, then let’s drop the subject,” I interject, with not a small amount of desperation.

She runs a finger around the rim of her plate slowly, and Christ, I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. I’m almost terrified when she turns and catches my gaze. “Okay, let’s make a deal.”

“Pia—”

“Just a small, tiny deal. No biggie.”

I snort. “I’m sure as hell not walking into that trap.”

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