Page 49 of Jealous Boss

“Tell me how you’re feeling,” I demand greedily.

“It hurts… everywhere. My skin feels hot. Sohot,” she moans.

My dick pulses harder, pre-cum drenching my head. “Give me twenty minutes, baby. Will you do that for me?”

She stares mournfully at me for several beats before she nods again.

I nudge my chin at her desk.

She walks unsteadily away, and I can’t help it—my gaze drops to her ass, knowing she’s not wearing panties makes my knees weak.

How the fuck am I going to drive us home? Maybe we should take a cab. No, fuck that. I can’t risk some idiot cab driver seeing how turned on she is, or smelling her. That shit belongs to me and only me.

Shoving her panties deeper into my pocket, I charge into my office, shut my shit down, and grab my briefcase.

We make it to the car in charged silence, mutually keeping our distance in the elevator. I grit my teeth when she slides into the passenger seat, and I smell her wetness.

I’m torn between relinquishing the prize in my pocket, asking her to put it back on, and getting us home as quickly as possible.

I choose the latter and reduce our journey time by a whole three minutes, thanking my lucky stars when I don’t get pulled over for speeding.

“Wait for me to get the door,” I rasp once I turn the ignition off.

She nods, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

I charge around the hood and yank her door open. She slides one leg out, then the other, but when she stands I feel her trembling.

She’s right on the fucking edge.

I hustle her into the underground garage elevator, hit the button for my floor, and scoop her into my arms. “Hang on, baby. One more minute, yeah?”

A whimper escapes her and she tucks her face into my neck. “What’s happening to me?” she whispers brokenly.

She’s caught in a fever of unhinged hormones and an edging she started herself but doesn’t know what to do with now it’s raging out of control.

The gift of being the one to bring her relief clouds my vision with awe for a moment. And while I know there’s a reckoning coming for the decision I’ve made tonight, I don’t give a flying fuck as I surge out the moment the doors part, sprinting to my front door.

I don’t stop until we’re in my bedroom and I’ve set her down, keeping her pinned to me. My hands cup her jaw, angling her gaze up to mine.

“Tell daddy how to make it better,” I croak. And yeah, she was absolutely right. The kinky label sends a thousand volts of electricity through my body and I never want to hear anything else from her lips.

Her blue eyes are as deep as the ocean. “I don’t know.”

“Will another spanking help?”

Her misery intensifies. “Peut être.To start?”

“But you don’t think that’ll cut it this time, huh?” I half-tease. It definitely won’t cut it for me.

She shakes her head. “No. I need you…papa.”

That whispered word spells my doom.

I’m on her before she can blink. Or pout. Or change her mind.

I’m devouring her plump, sexy mouth, tasting the forbidden word before she can shoutoui.

I don’t even give her a chance to wrap her arms around my neck. My whole body folds around hers. Because she’s fuckingmine.

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