Page 37 of Jealous Boss

“Why? Because you’re fifty-seven?”

“I’mthirty-seven,” I grind out, feeling as old as sin.

I’ve never been so self-conscious of my age as I am now. Which is bullshit. I’m not even close to my prime, and yet she’s making me feel like a dirty old man.

Because youarea dirty old man, replaying every filthy thing you want to do to her every other second.

A sweet, terrifyingly beautiful grin spreads across her face. “I know. I looked you up on the company website. Nice picture on there, by the way. Very…distinguished andtrès chaud.”

My heart thuds harder, oddly pleased that she took the time to look me up. That she found it very hot. But that pleasure twists into something erotic and dangerous when she stands and steps closer, bringing that enchanting scent and flawless skin and wideI’m-eager-to-learn-things-about-my-bodylook with her.

In bare feet, she only comes up to my shoulder, and all that curvy pocket-Venus-ness makes my skin itch with blazing need.

“I trust you, Ethan. Uncle Phil left me with you because he trusts you.”

Well, he sure as shit shouldn’t have. If he knew the many ways I want to pound your tight little cunt, he would get on the next flight here and whisk you to safety.

“Ethan?”

“Fine. Clear up the dishes and meet me in the living room in ten minutes,” I snap before I snap in half.

Elation fills her eyes, then she bites her lip, looking a little anxious, as if now she’s got what she wants she’s terrified of the consequences.

Good.

She opens her mouth, but I straighten up and shake my head.

“I need to make a call first.”

I don’t. I just can’t be in her presence right after agreeing to spank her to see if she likes it. Jesus, what the hell was I thinking?

Don’t answer th?—

With your dick, asshole.

I’m having a full-blown argument with the voices in my head as I rush down the hall. I don’t even need to look down to know said dick is tenting my joggers and is hard enough to smash titanium.

I shut my office door with barely suppressed violence and pace around like a boxer circling an invisible opponent.

It occurs to me that there’s a simple solution here. Go back in there—fully dressed—and tell her the offer is off. That she doesn’t need to know what it feels like to have my hand smack her tight little ass.

But… I don’t fucking want to.

Don’t want to see disappointment in her beautiful eyes or a pout of those sinful lips.

Don’t want her sparkle to dim because of me.

Most of all, I don’t want to deprive myself of the insanely dangerous pleasure of spanking her barely legal ass.

Feeling it bounce beneath my slaps. Maybe even catching a shade or two of pink as it blooms beneath her panties.

Because she will be keeping her panties on. Right?

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Ethan

“Ithink we should do it without my panties.”

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