Page 38 of Jealous Boss

Sweet Holy Jesus.“No! Pia?—

She’s standing next to the sofa, waiting expectantly when I walk in, all ready to lay down some strict rules. Hell, I’d talked my erection into a half-chub and was hella proud of myself for scraping together the tatters of my control.

At her words, I’m back to full sail and my heart is skipping every other beat. I’m sure I’m halfway to cardiac arrest.

“What’s the point of the experiment if we don’t do it the right way?” she pushes.

I drag my palm over my mouth, and my breath wheezes like I’ve run a fucking marathon. “Let’s get this over with. Come here. Get over my knee. Now.”

She squirms and dances nervously as she approaches. It’s both cute and fucking sexy as hell.

She came up from her place wearing her skimpy shorts again, and against the new T-shirt I bought her last weekend, her nipples are tight little peaks just begging to be sucked. Hard.

I drop onto the sofa and slap my thighs with enough force to make her jump. To make her know I’m not fucking around.

She asked for this.

Beggedfor it.

We’re playing a grown-up game now.

When she reaches me, she looks nervously from my lap to my face.

“Changed your mind?”Say yes. Say no.I’m not sure which response I want more.

She shakes her head. “No.”

The small bullet of relief that fires through me gives me my answer. “Then get to it, little girl.”

Christ. Why did I call her that?

Her reaction to it is instantaneous. Her breathing turns shallower. Her face a little pinker.

One step. Two. “Do you want me to take off?—”

“No. Everything stays on,” I snarl.

She makes a moue of disappointment, and I’m about to growl at her to get on with it when she adjusts her shorts, pulling up the sides high so the middle slots between her cheeks like a thong.

Then she drops over my knees.

Bracing her hands on the floor, she offers her ass in full, perfect display.

God. The weight of her, the warmth of her body permeating mine.

The thought that Pia Hyde is lying across my knees, with the roundest, plumpest ass cheeks I’ve ever seen in my life, waiting for a spanking.

How the fuck did we get here?

“Is this okay?”

If I thought I was about to keel over with heart failure earlier, I’m now convinced I’ve died and gone to seven kinds of hell. Because surely hell is the place to offer pure heaven on a platter, then deny you?

“Ethan?”

Shut the fuck up, girl. Thankfully, I keep the growly words locked down tight in my throat.

Do it. Quickly. Get it over with.

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