Page 41 of Jealous Boss

“A deal’s a deal, Pia. We agreed on a spanking. Nothing more.”

She makes another whimper of distress. “But, can’t we make another deal?”

“I’ll think about it on one condition.”

She starts to turn her head and I catch a glimpse of the lips she’s been biting just before she corrects her stance. “What condition?”

StrokeStrokeStrokeStroke.“Bend forward, just a little more. Open those lovely legs a little wider. Show me where it hurts. That’s the condition.”

My voice is a raw, unintelligible mess.

But she must understand me well enough because she slowly widens her stance, pushing her ass out so I see more of the damp fabric lovingly clinging to her juicy, wet, prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck!” I let out a loud curse and erupt all over my hand.

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Pia

Ican’t get the noises Ethan made last night out of my head.

And I should. I really,reallyshould.

Because every time I replay it in my mind, my face heats up hotter than a furnace. And not just because of how turned on I get.

I may have turned a little bratty when he… finished, then disappeared down the hallway, only to return five minutes later, his face set in stone, to calmly tell me it was time for me to go back to my apartment.

Sent off like a little girl. And not thegoodkind of little girl. An unwanted one.

I’d resisted stomping my foot. Barely. But I pouted and whined and almost called him a few choice names. And I especially disliked him a lot when I tried to get myself off alone in my bed. And failed.

Except all of my unhappiness didn’t stop me thinking of those raw, primal noises he’d made. How it would feel to have it all focused on me.

As he fucked me.

I start to squirm, then freeze. I need to stop acting so sketchy.

Maggie’s been casting me puzzled looks since I walked in this morning.

She caught me sitting gingerly, and her eyes narrowed almost knowingly before she looked disapproving and a little disappointed.

I’m not sure how to react to that, so I’ve been trying to avoid her. Except she’s given me a heap of work to get through… right across from her desk.

My only consolation—even though it feels like a punishment—is that Ethan hasn’t been in all morning. It’s almost lunchtime.

He had the car service pick me up and deliver me to work, then went AWOL.

I haven’t been able to peek at his diary because Maggie’s guarding it like a bloodhound, and I don’t dare ask her.

Her warning from my first week hovers just above my head, and unease builds to mingle with the ache still swirling deep in my pelvis, a derriere that still stings, and a brain intent on playing the sound of Ethan pleasuring himself while staring at my ass and pussy on a loop.

But besides the ache prowling in my nether regions, there’s also the peculiar ache in my chest. The one that started when he gruffly told me to leave on his return from the bathroom.

It’d felt like…hurt.Deephurt. The one that made my belly hollow, like I was losing something. Losing him. Which was absurd considering, well…everything.

I’ve known Ethan Villiers for less than two weeks. I shouldn’t feel anything beyond the wild hormones and chemistry he evokes in me.

And yet…

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