Page 41 of The Unplanned Wedding

I caught her. I’m going to punish her.

Her eyes grow huge. "P-punishment?"

"You hit me with the water bottle?—"

"That was a mistake."

"Seemed intentional to me."

She draws in a breath. "Okay, I concede. I did intend to hit you with it, but I didn’t expect it to actually hit you, know what I mean?"

"Not really. And it doesn’t change the fact that the bottle bounced off my forehead. Ergo, you need to pay for the consequences of your actions."

She laughs nervously. "You’re joking."

"Not at all."

And yes, I said I was going to keep things professional between us, but it won’t hurt to indulge myself one last time, will it? Just this once, I can allow myself to take pleasure in her need to obey me. This once, I can give in to the need to dominate her.

She swallows again, then squeaks, "And what would this punishment involve?"

I reach over and slap the stop button.

14

June

"You've gotta be kidding me," I cry as the elevator screeches to a halt.

He caught me. I knew he would. I knew he was fitter than me and that he could easily keep up with me. I also realized he was allowing me to pull ahead on the landing. I sensed he was having too much fun. And truth be told, so was I. I could tell the chase was as entertaining to him as actually getting his hands on me.

But I hoped... I could keep up the pretense of the pursuit a little longer. And honestly, it was so exciting. To realize I had his undistracted awareness was heady. I sensed his eagerness, felt his desire build, and couldn’t help but respond to it.

And now, in the enclosed space of the elevator cage, I'm so aware of his presence. He’s watching me with that single-minded focus that sends a buzz of sensations through me. I’m excited and also, afraid, and yet... I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here. With him.

He slides down until he’s sitting on the floor of the cage with his backto the doors and his legs stretched out in front of him. "So where were we?" he drawls.

I shift my weight from foot to foot.

"If I say, I’m sorry?"

He shrugs. "It’s a start, but it’s not enough,"

"What more do you want?"

"For you to take your punishment." When he pats his thigh, heat bursts to life under my skin. My belly flutters, and my pussy clenches.Oh my god, finally, finally... He’s going to give me what I want.

“Take off your skirt,” he orders.

I should protest...maybe. But honestly, it doesn’t even strike me. I want to feel his big hands on me without any barriers. Skin to skin. My entire body feels like it’s about to catch fire. I reach behind, and because my fingers are trembling, it takes me a few tries before I can undo the hook on my skirt. I slide it down so it pools around my ankles.

“Now your stockings.”

I shimmy them down my thighs.

“Stop,” he snaps.

Instantly, I pause with the elastic digging into the center of my thighs.

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