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I lift my chin, challenging him. Clearly I’m dead set on self-destruction today. “For handling his pump.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Oh, now he’s mad. Really mad.
“I said I handled his pump.” I hiss out a breath of frustration.
I need some space. I don’t know how to sort through this. Nathan is being protective, but too controlling. If he were my husband, sure. I’d love a man taking any and all measurespossible to protect me, but we still haven’t established if we work. Not only are we from very different worlds, there’s the matter of Elise. As much as I want him, I can’t be Nathan’s permanent stand-in. We need more time.
“You want to explain that to me in layman’s terms? Whatpumpare you referring to?”
I roll my eyes. “Move,” I grumble. “Your overbearing, bosshole behavior isn’t charming this morning. I want to go.” I reach through the space between his elbow and side, intent on unlocking the door and leaving the scene. He catches my hand, threading his fingers between mine, squeezing tightly.
“Couch. Now.”
“I said I want to go.”
Ignoring my protests, he tows me toward the office sofa. “Strike one was saying we weren’t together. Strike two was trying to win an argument by leaving the room. Strike three was that smart mouth of yours, insulting me. If my feelings for you are overwhelming, bummer. Make your peace with it, pumpkin, because they aren’t going anywhere.”
In a fluid motion, he sits on the larger sofa, then shuttles me down over his lap, belly first. I grunt when my stomach hits the outside of his thigh.
Oh no.But also…
Oh fuck, yes.
He plants his forearm across my upper back, forcing my cheek deeper against the velvet cushion. “Nathan, what are you doing?”
He hikes up my skirt, exposing my ass and thong. “Keeping my promise.”
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Spencer’s quivering in my lap. Her ass is bright pink on both cheeks.
I smack her again, brightening the mark. Her skin is hot to the touch. I wanted to stop four swats ago, but she’s mewling like a cat in heat.
She gasps. “Oh, fuck.Again.”
“It’s supposed to be a punishment. You like this?”
She buries her face in the couch. “No,” she muffles.
“Liar.”Smack!
This time she yelps too loudly. I have to stop what I’m doing and reach around to cover her mouth. “Hush, Spencer. Take it quietly. We’re at the office.” I give her a light, warning swat and she spreads her legs so my next smack lands between her thighs.
As soon as I free her mouth, she pleads with me. “Then hurry up and make me come.”
“Greedy little thing. The other part of your punishment is I’m going to leave you wanting. Next time you say something ridiculous like ‘we’re not together,’ remember how this feels.”
“I didn’t?—”
“Shush. The damage is done.” I guide her off the couch, onto her knees. “You hurt my feelings.”
Her long, thick hair has mostly fallen loose from her low ponytail. Her eyes are watering, eyeliner slightly smudged. Her cheeks are glowing red. “Sorry,” she offers. At first I think it’s genuine, and I mean to tell her I’m only teasing. But then she opens her sassy little mouth again. “My mistake. I did not know bossholes came equipped with feelings.”
“Are you trying to provoke me? Isn’t your ass raw enough?”
She smiles like a vixen. “I can take it.”
