Page 24 of Her Irresistible Husband

"I'm s-sorry, M-Mr. Sullivan." She released her lip immediately, but the damage was done. It was swollen now, glistening, and the sight had him wanting to punish her even more.

"Now come closer."

Her chair swiveled in his direction as she wheeled it toward him, the movement hesitant and jerky.

"Closer."

Another inch.

"More."

Another inch.

"More."

And another, until he heard her sharp intake of breath as their knees finally bumped against each other.

The contact was electric, even through layers of clothing, and it caused her to gasp, the sound underscored by helpless yearning.

"And now..."

Wynd adopted a tone to make it seem as if they were simply discussing quarterly reports instead of her complete surrender, and he waited until her dazed gaze was lifted to his before issuing his next command.

"I need you naked under your skirt."

The shock on her face was a delicious sight...but it was not enough.

"You don't have to worry about the security cameras," he continued in that same reasonable tone, gesturing casually toward the corners of the room. "All they'll see from that angle are our faces. They won't know what's happening...unless, of course, your expression gives everything away."

She shook her head. "Wy—Mr. S-Sullivan, p-please."

"This punishment can get a lot worse if you don't do what I ask in the next five seconds."

"I..."She started to speak, then stopped, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't find the words.

"Please..."

"It's..."

The five seconds were up, and being a man of his word, Wynd reached for the remote control on the conference table and pressed a button with deliberate slowness.

"Mr. Sullivan!"

But it was too late. The automated blinds began rolling up with a quiet mechanical hum, and in mere moments, the two of them were completely exposed to anyone who happened to walk past the boardroom. The view was crystal clear: two figures seated close together at the conference table, apparently engaged in an intimate business discussion.

He turned to her, leaning forward until his breath fanned across her face. "Will you now do as I say?"

Star looked at him, lip trembling hard, and her voice even more tremulous as words of surrender came tumbling out. "Y-Yes, Mr. Sullivan."

She rose shakily to her feet, and she almost had him smiling again, with how she bent down as if accidentally dropping something near her chair...when what she was really doing was stepping out of the delicate scrap of silk that had been hidden beneath her modest skirt.

"Give it to me, please."

Her fingers trembled as she placed the ivory silk in his outstretched palm. The fabric was warm from her body and damp with her arousal, and his jaw clenched at the evidence of her desire.

He could feel her wide-eyed gaze following his every move as he tucked the silk into his inner jacket pocket, right over his heart.

"This is mine now."

---