Page 83 of Red King
“Come on in, Sally.”
She does as he says, placing my water on the table in front of me. “Anything else I can get you?” she asks us.
“This is great, thanks,” I tell her.
“I’m good, Sally,” Arctic tells her. “There is something important I need to chat to you about, Miss Reed.” Arctic looks over my shoulder at where Sally is walking away. “Would you mind closing the door behind you, Sally?”
“Of course not, Sire.”
The door clicks shut, and you could hear a pin drop, it’s so silent inside the confines of Arctic’s office.
He stands. God, but he’s devastating. My heart instantly goes nuts inside my chest, and my mouth feels dry. He’s so imposing it’s scary. So sexy, my mouth goes dry, and my panties go wet. I have to stop myself from squirming in my seat. He walks around his desk to me, placing a hand on my shoulder so that he can swivel me to face him. I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
He lets me go and then looks down at me. His jaw is tight, and his eyes are blazing. For a moment, I’m sure he’s angry. Then I realize that he’s not. It’s a different emotion altogether. One that has my blood buzzing in my veins.
“Do you like toying with me, Paisley?”
I shrug. “I might.” I run my tongue over my top lip and watch him follow the trajectory.
His eyes darken, and his jaw tightens. “Have you ever been spanked?”
I choke out a laugh. “You can’t be serious?” Maggie was right.Holy shit!
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
I shake my head. “Nope.” I lick my lips. “I didn’t realize you were into such kinky shit.”
His eyes darken. “Spanking isn’t kinky. Not by a long shot.”
It is to me, but I don’t say that.
I stand, and we’re chest to chest. “You said I was in charge. That I’m running the show.”
“You are.”
“Maybe I should spank you, then.” Since when am I this daring? Since never.
His eyes flare with surprise, and then he laughs; it’s deep and throaty and so sexy it takes my breath and all of my faculties.
“You can spank me. You can do whatever you want to me. I would be happy to take a back seat, Paisley.”
As if to prove a point, he sits on the edge of his desk with his legs slightly splayed, his hands on the desk.
He looks the picture of calm.
“Someone might hear us. Sally might—”
“My office is fully soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want when I make you come.”
I want that. I want it so badly. That ache starts between my legs. I’m already wet, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Someone might come in.” I look back at the door.
“You sound like you don’t want me to fuck you.”
“I do want…it…that…you.” I need to get it together. “I would hate to be caught, that’s all.”
“No one would dare enter this office without my approval.”
