Page 10 of The Billionaire Alpha's Assistant

And yet, for some reason, my wolf likes that she’s got a naughty streak. Hell, I like it, too.

Straightening to my full height, I lean forward until I’m towering over her. Alex gives a little shiver, and the blatant dare in her eyes makes all the blood rush to my cock.

I know in this moment that I can’t let her go.

Slowly, I lean back and stalk around the desk to reach her. Alex stands absolutely still, though she tracks my movement out of the corner of her eye.

I can hear her heart beating a mile a minute and that little hitch in her breath that tells me she’s not as calm and collected as she’d like me to think. The tang of nervous sweat mixes with her delicious chocolate-and-caramel scent, but then I catch a whiff of something else: the sweetness of female arousal.

I stop and stare at Alex in profile. I can see her pulse fluttering beneath that porcelain skin and the slight flush of desire creeping up her neck.

Alex isn’t just enjoying messing up my day; she’s getting off on it. Well, two can play at that game.

“Let me make something abundantly clear,” I grit out, continuing my path around the desk until I’m standing directly behind her. “I do not tolerate insubordination.”

Alex’s breath hitches, and I know there’s a part of her that hates that she can’t see the predator lurking over her shoulder. Smart kitten. “I-I wasn’t —”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“N-no,” she gasps.

“Then you must realize I know exactly what you’re doing.”

Alex swallows and lets out a shaky breath.

I take a step closer until I’m standing less than an inch behind her, and my breath lifts the wispy little hairs along the back of her neck. “This is not a game, Alex,” I say in a low growl. “Unless you want it to be.”

Alex lets out a sharp exhale, and the tang of her arousal intensifies.

Shit. What am I doing? I shouldn’t be saying any of this — shouldn’t be standing this close. From this angle, I can see her breasts straining against the inside of her shirt and just the hint of lace. I can feel the heat coming off her body.

“I like games,” she whispers, her voice suddenly breathless.

My heart stutters erratically, and my erection almost punches through my pants.

I let out the breath I’ve been holding, stirring the hairs that have come loose from her braid. “There’s only one game I play, kitten, and you might not like the rules.”

“What rules?” she rasps, her breasts heaving beneath her shirt.

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I reach out to grasp her braid and run my hands down its length. Her hair is thick and silky-soft, and my erection grows painful when I imagine holding her by the base of this plait as I drive her feisty mouth down onto my cock. “I play for keeps.”

Alex sucks in a breath but doesn’t release it, and the scent of her arousal becomes almost unbearable.

“I require obedience from my employees,” I growl, bringing my mouth right up next to her head so my lips caress the shell of her ear. “Absolute submission . . .”

A little whimper slips from her lips, and my cock jumps in my pants.

“Tell me, Alexandra, are you ready to submit?”

Alex’s eyelids flutter closed, and a trembling shudder tumbles from her lips. “Yes.”

It’s such a weak breathy reply, but that one word from her is all it takes to snap my self-control.

In one abrupt motion, I grip the back of Alex’s neck and shove her face down onto my desk. I’m careful to use just enough force to elicit a gasp but not enough to hurt her.

Pressing my erection against her soft ass, I lean forward until my face brushes hers. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper, so quiet that there’s no way anyone would be able to hear,even if they had their ear pressed against my office door.

My hand seems to have a mind of its own as it trails up the back of Alex’s bare thigh, and my naughty assistant quivers under my touch.

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