Page 44 of Jealous Boss

My fountain pen bounces on the desk as her words ricochet around my office. The last place I should be thinking about sex and yet, here I am, thinkingonlyabout fucking my intern.

“I’m not spanking you again, Pia.” I inject as much headteacher sternness into my voice as possible. That’s what she was used to over there in Europe, wasn’t it?

She doesn’t look at all chastised. She simply nods like me refusing to spank her is a-okay.

“That’s ok. I don’t want to be spanked.”

The back of my neck heats up. Not with relief as should be the case. With deeper apprehension. “Good,” I say, but there’s a trace of disappointment in my voice.Dammit.

But she opens her mouth immediately and my heart jolts. “I want something else.”

My pen freezes but my insides turn lava hot as my cock extends down my leg, fueled by a thousand scenarios of what I can do to Pia. “And what is it that you want?”

She eyes me as she walks to my desk, all swaying hips and lightly bouncing tits, inhaling slowly, as if bracing herself.

Bracing us both.

She doesn’t stop when she reaches it but comes around to my side. Perches her juicy bottom—which must still be sore because I catch her faint wince—on the edge of my desk.

“I want to try the…soixante neuf,” she whispers like it’s a dirty little secret.

“Soixante…” I scramble to work out the numbers in my rudimentary French.

“Sixty-nine,” she supplies helpfully, face pink, eyes wide on mine.

Every single ounce of blood leaves my brain and rushes into my cock.

“Why are you doing this?” There’s a helpless surrender in my voice that would get me absolutely chomped on like shark bait at a negotiation table. And I don’t even care.

Hell, if I had a white flag handy I would be waving it by now, offering a hundred different things not to put me… us both… through this.

Because this sexy, innocent little slip of a young woman is killing me with her wide-eyed-ness and her husky-as-fuck demands.

And goddamn it all to hell… I’ve never felt more alive as I do right now.

As I did last night.

Maybe that’s why I was so disturbed.

Why I stood at my window staring into the dark long after she’d left. Because I’m almost two decades older than her, but her presence turns everything vivid. Sharper. Like I was living in muted lighting before she arrived and flipped the switch to sparkle.

She opens her mouth again and my hand flies up, still a little terrified she’s about to turn things even brighter. Even more irresistible.

“No! Don’t answer that. It was rhetorical.”

She frowns at the clear lie. Purses her lips and parts them again.

“Just fucking leave it, Pia. Okay?” I snap.

She starts to pout, then her gaze drops to my crotch, to the evidence that her request is far from unwelcome. And she smiles.

The saucy, gorgeous little minx.

“No,” I repeat. “Not gonna happen.”

She steps closer and I ease away like the fucking coward I am.

“And do not even think about pushing my buttons with a threat to get someone else to do it with you,” I warn.

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