Page 55 of The Acquisition

My hand slid from her shoulder down to her wrist. I wrapped my hand around it and guided her to lay her chest and cheek on the cool wood of my desk. I repeated the process with her other arm and secured them behind her with my tie.

"You won't be running from me now," I murmured.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her underwear. The lace shredded without much pulling, leaving her completely naked.

Holding the center of the tie in one hand, I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back. The heat of her skin made me clench my teeth with the need to bury myself inside her. But before I gave into those urges, she was going to answer some questions.

"Let me ask you again, why were you avoiding me all day?"

I stroked the skin down her back, over the swell of her ass, and to her thigh before repeating the motions. My hand slipped between her thighs, brushing teasingly against her center before moving away again.

"I told you, I had errands." Her voice had a breathy quality that told me my touch was distracting her.

I slapped her ass. "Don't lie to me." My hand smoothed over the slight sting.

"I'm not," she protested. I didn't miss the way she pressed her ass back into my hands.

Another swat to her other cheek. "The truth, wife."

Jana moaned, and I realized spanking her wasn't going to get her to speak, but it was motivating her to earn another smack.

"You naughty girl. I knew you liked it when I took control."

"Please," she panted.

"You want me to spank you again?" I asked, still surprised by her response.

Her cheeks reddened to the same color as her ass. "Don't play with me, Colt. Either fuck me or untie me."

"That's what you've been doing to me all day, playing games. Why should I give you what you want now?"

She groaned and started struggling to free her arms. Every move made the tie clench tighter. Finally, she gave in and relaxed against the desk. "It was starting to feel too real."

My voice dropped low. "What was starting to feel too real?"

Jana sighed. "Us. Marriage. I can't let myself slip up and start believing we're more than what we are."

My blood cooled while my temper flared. "And what are we?"

"You know what we are," she whispered. "Business and pleasure, nothing more."

I clenched my teeth. I wanted to argue with her, try and convince her we were more, but she hadn't listened to me thus far.

"Colt," she groaned, and wiggled her ass.

Despite my irritation with her, I wanted her. I burned for her, both my anger and lust driving me to take her.

Shedding the rest of my clothes, my hands landed on her hips. Using my hold on her, I pulled her onto my cock.

I thrust into her hard, taking her with all the anger I felt over her not feeling the same thing I was. Every movement was a wordless plea for her to fall with me.

She released a moan, and the sound was music to my breaking heart. She might not be in the same place I was right now, but she wasn't immune to me. Suddenly, this detached coupling wasn't what I desired.

I released her hands from the binds of my tie and pulled out of her. She huffed in frustration.

"Settle down, brat. I'm not going to leave you wanting."

I sat down in my chair and guided her onto my lap. She slid down my shaft, and I gently cupped her face. Our eyes locked, and I willed her to see me.

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