Page 36 of Lucky In Love

I wait until she crosses the threshold before I follow her inside and then lock the door. At this moment I’m not glad my office walls are made of glass, but that’s okay because they do have a nice feature when I want privacy.

“Take a seat, Ms. Bryne.” She does quickly, bumping her ass on the arm of the chair. I was actually jealous of the piece of furniture.

“Mr. Sullivan.” I raise my palm, stopping the words falling from her perfectly plump lips.

“Ms. Bryne, we’ve been through this time and time again. You came highly recommended. An expert to be added to my team, or so I was told, but I feel someone was lying.”

“But…” I press my hand to her lips.

“I wasn’t done speaking. You have a bad habit of that little girl. I’m not sure if that’s your age or if you just can’t help yourself. I’ve given you chance after chance to get it together. It makes me wonder what he saw in you as an employee, or did he set me up? What did you do for him that he found so damn exceptional, little girl?”

“I worked hard for him.” My teeth clenched because she was lying to me and I didn’t care for that shit. It wasn’t acceptable.

I lean down over her with my hands on the arms of the chair, bracketing her in. “Do tell me, Isla. What were you doing so hard for him that he wanted?”

“Not what you’re thinking, Mr. Sullivan.” She has no idea what my depraved mind has in the works, but I’ll play along.

“What am I thinking, Isla?” I brush my hand down her cheek.

“Um…”

“Tell me, Ms. Bryne. Tell me what I’m thinking.”

“That I should be punished for my mistakes.” My mouth lifts into a crooked smile. Well, well, well. My sweet little assistant isn’t too far off. From the slight blush on her face, I read the interest.

Leaning over with my elbows on the desk, my head resting on my steepled hands, I stare at her and ask, “Do you deserve to be punished, little girl?”

She doesn’t answer me with words, but her pretty green eyes that have filled my filthy dreams tell me all I need to know. I straighten up and walk around my desk, pressing the button to frost over the glass and give us privacy.

“Ms. Bryne, come here now.” She bites down on her bottom lip with her pretty white teeth, nervously anxiously nibbling on the corner. “Now. Don’t take too long or I’ll make it so much worse.”

“Yes, Mr. Sullivan.” My dick jerks in my three-thousand-dollar pants, knowing these fuckers are about to be ruined. She walks around as I take a seat in my leather chair with my legs spread wide.

“Bend over, hands on the edge of the desk.”

She gasps the lightest, almost inaudible sound that stiffens my large cock as if she’s innocent and offended, but like a good girl, she does as I say. I moved my laptop to the side and out of the way, grateful for the L-shape desk. “Like this.”

“Yes, good girl.” She gasps and her thighs clench together so fast that they make a beautiful clapping sound.

I lean over her and whisper, “Don’t close your thighs, Isla.” I wish I could see her pretty face at the moment, because I’m sure it just turned bright pink at being caught. “Never deny me.” My hand slides over the large mound of her ass, caressing it over the green material, but I want it bare. I pull up the cheap fabric, reminding myself to buy her the nicest of clothes when we’re married. Her pretty pink panties catch my eye and I groan. My hand slides over them and she tenses before I get between her legs. I pull my hand back and ask, “Are we going to have a problem?”

“No, Mr. Sullivan.”

“Good girl.” My hand comes down on her ass, sending a resounding whack through the room and I’m pleased that my building manager talked me into having the room soundproofed for business meetings.

Her yelp causes my cock to beat against my zipper painfully. I’m loving every sound forced from her body. My hand comes down on the other cheek, causing it to jiggle. I go for a third, but she jerks away, so I let out a growl and cuff my hand around her throat.

“You really want to be punished, Ms. Bryne.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sullivan.” She doesn’t sound sorry in the least.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because you’re hurting my business and my damn head.” I grind my cock against her ass. A moan vibrates under my fingers that are cuffed around her throat. “Little girl, what am I going to do with you?” My other hand cups her pussy from behind and I feel how drenched she is. Her panties are so damn soaked that I bet I could make her come with just my fingers. “Fuck, does this hurt too, Isla?”

“It aches,” she answers with a breathy moan. Her hands flattening on the desk and then flexing her fingers before relaxing them again, almost clawing at the wooden surface.

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