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“Yes,” I say, the heat pooling in my gut. “Let’s talk numbers. Your operation is hemorrhaging cash, and your assets are overvalued. Two billion. Final offer.”
“Two billion?” he sputters. “That’s a bloody insult!”
I squeeze Claire’s breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She stifles another moan, her breath fogging the glass. “Two billion, or I walk. And trust me, Flair, no one else is going to touch that sinking ship of yours.”
There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, he sighs. “Alright, alright. Two billion. But you’re a hard man, Simon Karr.”
“I know,” I say, ending the call.
The moment the phone is down, I hear a softflop. Claire’s dropped the paper. She turns her head slightly, her green eyes meeting mine. “I dropped it, Sir. I’m sorry. I’ll accept whatever punishment you think is appropriate.”
Her tone is apologetic, but there’s a glint in her eyes that tells me she’s not sorry at all. I step closer, my hand still resting on her breast, and lean down until my lips are inches from her ear. “You’re testing me, aren’t you?”
“Never, Sir,” she murmurs, though the slight curve of her lips says otherwise.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “You think you can play games with me, Claire?”
“No, Sir. I just... I thought you’d want to know if I made a mistake.”
“A mistake, yes,” I growl, my free hand sliding down her side, over her hip. “But this feels more like a provocation.”
She doesn’t answer, but her eyes say everything. She’s testing boundaries, seeing how far she can push me. And damn it, it’s working. My cock aches, demanding attention, and the way she’s looking at me—submissive but daring—only makes it worse.
“You’ll regret this,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.
She tilts her head slightly, her lips parting. “Will I, Sir?”
I sit back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight, and snap my fingers sharply. “Get over here, Ms. Redding.”
Claire hesitates for a fraction of a second before stepping forward, her green eyes locking with mine. “Yes, Sir,” she replies, her voice steady but laced with something else—curiosity, maybe. Or anticipation.
She’s standing in front of me now, her hands clasped loosely at her sides, her posture perfect. I can see the faintest tremor in her lower lip, though she’s trying to hide it. I reach out, grab her wrist, and pull her down over my lap in one swift motion. She gasps, her hands instinctively bracing against the floor to steady herself. Her skirt rides up, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. I take a moment to admire the view—her ass is a work of art, round and firm, begging for my attention.
“Attention to detail is very important,” I say. My hand comes down with a sharpcrackagainst her right cheek. She cries out, her body jerking in surprise, and I feel a surge of satisfaction at the way her skin flushes under my palm.
I spank her again, this time on the other side. Her moan this time is different, deeper, more vocal. I can feel her warmth through the thin fabric of her panties, and it’s intoxicating. I increase the force of the next strike, and she practically keens, her hips lifting slightly, her body arching into the impact.
She’s squirming now, her legs shifting restlessly, and I can’t resist the urge any longer. My hand caresses her reddening flesh, the heat of her skin seeping into my palm. She bucks again, and my fingers slide between her legs, brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Soaked. She’s soaked.
I tug the lace aside, my fingers finding her wet, slick folds. She gasps, her body tensing, and I slip a finger inside her. She’s so soft, so warm, and I can feel her clenching around me. I add a second finger, then a third, working her with a precision that makes her writhe on my lap.
“Please,” she moans, her voice trembling.
“Please what?” I growl, my thumb circling her clit.
“Please, more fingers... Sir,” she begs, her hips rocking against my hand.
I oblige, stretching her with my fingers, feeling her body respond to every movement. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and I know she’s close. I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, “Cum for me, Claire.”
Her body tightens, her back arching as she comes undone, her cries muffled against the armrest of the chair. I keep my fingers inside her, feeling her muscles clench and release as the aftershocks ripple through her.
When she finally stills, I lift her up, pulling her back to sit on my lap. Her body is still trembling, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. I lean in, my lips grazing her ear as I whisper, “Clarice, I want to be inside of you.”
She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she grinds her bottom against my hardening cock, her body still warm and sensitive from her release. I groan, my hands tightening on her hips as I press her closer.
CHAPTER9
CLARICE
