Page 45 of The Unplanned Wedding

Once I’m done, I pull up her panties and then her stockings. I tap her back and she straightens. I slide her skirt down around her hips, and smooth it in place. Then push her chair in behind her.

“Sit down.”

She does, and I slide in her chair before touching her shoulder. “Better?”

She nods.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t take care of you the first time I spanked you.”

I walk around to take my seat and find she’s looking at me with that soft look on her features again.Fuck.I don’t want to give her the wrong impression, that it means anything, so I add, “You should know, I do this for anyone I spanked. It just so happens to be you this time.”

“Oh.” For a millisecond, she looks hurt, but then she levels me with a look that sets off alarm bells in my head—like she knows I'm faking this disinterest toward her—before calmly adding, “Noted.” She reaches into her handbag—the one I ordered for her, making sure it was stylish, yet roomy enough to carry her laptop and documents—and pulls out her tablet. She places it on the table, then slides her fingers across the screen.

"The forecasts are in from the sales team. They expect to come in significantly under the quarter four projections, and?—"

I allow her sweet voice to wash over me. I also use the excuse of her speaking to peruse her gorgeous features. Those long eyelashes, the slight flush on her cheeks, from my thinly veiled insult—which I regretted as soon as I spoke, but fuck, if I didn’t also enjoy the flash of anger in her eyes. Her fighting spirit is a turn on, which is inexplicable. I’ve always preferred women on their knees, legs spread out as I take them, merely to satisfy a need. I've never wanted any of them to be anything more than submissive, put up with my kinks, and give in to my demands.Fucking hell.I tighten my fingers into a fist.I cannot stop thinking of her as my potential sub. I want to do the things to her that I've never done to anyone else before.

I cannot go there.I cannot want her to be at my beck and call, and not just as my employee. I managed to extend the scope of her presence in my life to my home, under the guise of that being the role of my Executive Assistant.

But to want to also have her in my bed? To want to make her bend to my demands and watch as she falls apart? To feel ownership of her body, mind, and soul? To want to break her down emotionally and physically, only to reform her in the image of my perfect sub… Is not right.

Not only is she invaluable as a member of my team, and that relationship would be affected, but she’s also too naive. Unlike the submissives I’ve had before her, July is too inexperienced—and while that's part of the attraction, it means she wouldn't be up to what I need.

She might claim to be attracted to me, despite my scarred face. She might even enjoy the role-play, so far. But once I remove the veneer of civilization completely, once I bind her, and gag her, and blindfold her, and render her immobile—and then do all the things I want to do to her... She’ll hate me. I’ll sully her, dirty her, take away every last shred of her innocence... And she won’t be able to keep up with my demands. She doesn't really mean it when she professes to love my brand of kink. She has no idea how far I can push her limits. No, this entire line of thinking is wrong, and?—

"Mr. Davenport, Sir?"

It’s the last moniker which cuts through the chaos of thoughts in my head.

"Are you okay?" she asks me in a voice that hints at the confusion she’s feeling.

Me too.I’ve always been laser-focused when it comes to my job, be it when I was a Marine or now, as the CEO of my company. I’ve never been less than one hundred percent when it comes to making decisions in my professional life. But that was before her.Fuck. She’s playing havoc with my ability to focus, and that’s terrifying.

"Would you like me to repeat the question?" She peruses my features. "I asked?—"

"Call a meeting with the sales team tomorrow at seven a.m. to discuss the projections."

"Seven a.m.?" Her forehead wrinkles. "Isn’t that too early?"

"I pay them enough to come into work when I ask," I growl.

Her features tighten. "Yes, Sir."

My dick thickens further. It soothes that animal inside of me when shecalls me by that honorific, and that’s going to be my downfall. I try to keep my gaze from her mouth, and know I’ve failed when she clears her throat.

"Then, there was the companywide technological outage last week. The tech teams suspect a cyber-attack?—"

"A meeting with my Chief Technological Officer at eight a.m. tomorrow."

The furrow between her eyebrows deepens, but all she says is, “As you wish, Sir."

The crotch of my pants tightens. Her acquiescence is going to turn me into a mass of raging horniness.

"Then, the shareholder meeting?—"

"Postpone it by a month."

"A month?" She looks at me in horror. "But the board?—"

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