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For a second the flash of anger across his expression makes me think he’s going to spank me. "That's a problem, sweet girl."

Not gonna lie, the shift in his tone sends a bolt of heat straight between my thighs. His fingers tighten on my hips, firm enough to leave marks. He spins me around with a controlled efficiency that steals the air from my lungs. My palms land flat on the steel desk. The folders scatter. The hard wood bites into my skin through the thin shirt I'm wearing and I gasp from the shock of it.

His chest presses against my back. Warm. Solid. His mouth finds the shell of my ear and the scrape of stubble against my jaw sends goosebumps racing down my neck.

"Snooping has consequences."

Seems I was dead fucking right.

Goosebumps erupt over my entire body and my ass lifts to press against the warmth of his palm when he caresses the globe. “That doesn’t scare me." My words come out breathless, defiant, and dripping with the kind of hunger I should be ashamed of.

Maybe the good girl me is full on naughty to the core after all because it’s not shame I'm feeling right now.

His hand slides beneath the hem of the borrowed shirt, up the bare skin of my stomach, over my ribs. His callused palm closes around my breast and his thumb rolls across the stiff peak. My back arches into his grip and the moan I give him bounces off the walls of his private office.

"Hands flat on the desk." The command is quiet, absolute, and the authority in it makes my core clench. "Don't move them."

I press my palms down and spread my fingers wide over the warm wood.

Callused hands roam over my body. The gentleness and care short-circuits every rational nerve I have left.

He pushes the shirt up to my waist. Cool air hits my bare skin and another wave of goosebumps erupts over my thighs. His hand slides down the curve of my spine, over the swell of my ass, and pauses.

The first strike lands with a sharp crack that echoes through the small room.

I yelp. The sting radiates across my skin, hot and sharp, blooming into a heat that spreads straight to my clit. My fingers curl against the wood.

"That's for going through my desk." His voice is rough, low, laced with a hunger that matches the handprint burning on my flesh.

The second strike is harder. My hips jerk forward and a cry rips from my throat that sounds a lot more like pleasure than pain. Slick heat pools between my thighs and I can feel myself dripping for him. The sting fades into a deep, throbbing warmth that pulses in rhythm with my heartbeat.

"Daddy." The word tears free, raw and wrecked. "More."

"More what? Ask me properly, Neve."

"Punish me, Daddy. I went through your things and I'm not sorry."

I’ll say anything to feel the heat and pleasure.

His growl is guttural, primal, and it vibrates against my spine where his chest pins me in place. His hand connects again, sharp and precise, and the fire spreading across my skin drives a whimper from my lips that I couldn't hold back if I tried.

Four.

Five.

Each smack against my bare ass is calculated, each one landing in a slightly different spot until my entire ass is burning and my thighs are slick.

His fingers find the wet heat between my legs and he groans against the back of my neck. "Soaked. My sweet girl likes being punished."

"Only by you." My voice is wrecked, my arms trembling from the effort of keeping my palms flat.

He spins me to face him. Lifts me onto the edge of the desk. My legs wrap around his waist and his mouth claims mine in a kiss that tastes of restraint breaking apart. His belt buckle bites into my inner thigh as he presses close and grinds the thick ridge of his cock against my bare, swollen pussy.

My fingers work the buckle, the zipper, shoving fabric down until my hand wraps around his thick, hot length. He's hard, throbbing, and the groan that spills from his chest when I stroke him makes me squeeze tighter.

He rolls a condom on with steady hands. Steady, when the rest of him is fracturing under the weight of how badly he needs this. I know because I’m shaking just as badly.

He grips my thighs, pulls me to the edge of the desk, and drives into me with one deep, controlled thrust.