Page 46 of The Boss Upstairs
He pulls up my pencil skirt, and I bite my lip in anticipation of what is to come. He traces a soft finger along my thigh, teasing, taking his time. He slaps me once, not too hard. “Bad girl.”
I smile, wanting more.
He does it again. “I want those concepts on my desk by tomorrow morning. If they’re not there, I’ll just have to spank you again, Grasshopper. Understood?”
I laugh.
“Understood?” he asks again, more sternly this time.
“Yes, understood, Mr. Hanson.”
He pulls down my panties and strokes my ass. “God,” he breathes. “You have an amazing bum. I want to make it red.”
“You can,” I say, giving him permission to kick it up a notch. “I’ve been very bad.”
He slaps harder, really hard. It hurts, but feels so damn good. I want more. I finally understand what theFifty Shadesfuss was all about. I’d read the books, and enjoyed the romance of it, but never really understood how Anastasia could enjoy being hurt. Now I really get it.
“Harder,” I beg.
“Are you sure, sweetie?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He slaps me again. Hard. Once. Twice.
I whimper.
“I think that’s enough for today,” he says and rubs circles against my skin. “I wouldn’t want this lovely bum to get too sore.” He falls to his knees and kisses me gently. He pulls my panties further down.
I desperately want him to take them off, and fuck me right on his desk. But I know I’m not ready for that yet. I know I’ll regret it. “Oh no, you don’t,” I warn. “Remember the rules. Panties stay on at all times. Back up they go, please.”
He laughs and growls at the same time, and reluctantly pulls them back over my rear.
“I’m not crazy about these rules,” he whispers against my ear. “I’m so hard.”
I grin like an idiot. “Mr. Boss Man is so horny all the time,” I tease. “It must be painful.”
“It is,” he tells me. “But you can’t blame me. I haven’t had sex in about three years.”
I whip around. “Really?” I ask, shocked.
He smiles, bashful. “Really.”
“But why?” I ask. “Someone like you? You could have anyone…”
“Someone like me?” he says. “Believe it or not, I don’t meet women at every corner, and besides I’m not the kind of man who just wants a body. I need to experience a connection with a woman to fully desire her. And that doesn’t happen often.”
“Oh…” I say, at a loss for words.
“I went through a really hard break-up four years ago—”
“Yes… your divorce. That must have been hard.”
He plays with a lock of my hair. “No, it wasn’t my divorce. It was someone else.”
My heart dips into my stomach.Someone else?Was he cheating on his wife? Was that why they got divorced? Who is this other woman? Does he still see her?
“But I don’t want to talk about her.” He kisses my shoulder. “I try not to think about her too much.”
I’m speechless, and suddenly feel mildly nauseated. There’s someone else. Not only is there a beautiful ex-wife in the picture, but there’s also a mysterious woman, a woman he clearly loved more than his wife. And what am I? Just a fun distraction?
“I should get back to work,” I tell him. “Playtime is over, Mr. Boss Man.”
He eyes me curiously, confused.
He’s still frozen as I head off and wave goodbye. I turn the corner, and remind myself that this is supposed to be fun. It’s just sex. Yet, I’m already falling. I’m already jealous. I really am no good at this at all.
