Page 18 of Naughty Santa

“Don’t move them,” he ordered, his gruff voice right by her ear.

“But—”

Suddenly she felt a sharp sting against her right butt cheek.

Paris gasped. He’d spanked her. Sure, she’d asked him to, but she hadn’t really expected him to follow through.

Then he did it again.

Heat settled low and intense in her pussy, but before she could say anything—most likely to beg for more—he spanked her even harder.

“Don’t move your hands,” he repeated firmly, as he ran his hand over her ass, almost as if he was relishing the feel. “Making sure you know who the boss is here seems like it might be a good idea to make the next few weeks easier.”

Paris wiggled her ass. “I own the Holly Jolly,” she reminded him, perfectly aware that wasn’t what he meant at all.

“I don’t work for the Holly Jolly.”

He moved in right behind her, his cock now pressing into her ass. He ran his hands around her midsection to her lower stomach and then up. He cupped her breasts, giving them a squeeze. Paris’s head fell forward, and she took a deep breath. It had been a long time since someone other than herself had touched her breasts. He started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Well, I don’t work for you either,” she said, trying to keep her thoughts straight.

She watched his thick fingers undo the tiny buttons on her blouse. God, they were the same thick fingers she desperately wanted to pinch her nipples and rub her clit and thrust into her pussy.

She really should just shut up. She was willing to be good. Dammit, submissive even. Paris figured she could pull that off. Not that she’d had any practice with Victor. Or Stephen. Or Dario. They’d all been CEO, suit-and-tie guys. Sophisticated. Smooth. Stephen had been sexy. Dario had been a little bossy… Okay, he’d been an arrogant prick, which was not the same thing. But none of them had been dominant.

Not in the “I’m going to make you come just like this, and you’re not going to do a thing but say my name, nice and loud” way. Which was exactly what Joe said just then.

Holy hot small-town construction worker.

What was Paris’s problem with Indiana again?

“I will do whatever you say,” she managed to tell him. Meaning every word.

“Good girl.”

Her inner muscles clenched hard. Wow. Coming right here like this was not going to be a problem, as she was almost there already.

Her shirt was unbuttoned, and the silk spread open as he ran his work-roughened palms back and forth over her bare stomach and then up to cup her breasts through the Jean Yu bra. Not that she thought Joe would care at all about the designer of her expensive bra and panty set. He didn’t seem like the type to care about lingerie. Instead, he seemed like the type to care about ripping off said lingerie.

He reached behind her, unhooked the bra, and flipped the cups up, replacing them with his hands.

Yep. Just like she thought. He was in a hurry to get rid of it. She moaned as he played with her nipples. “Joe.”

“I like the sound of that. I’m going to need more of it,” he said gruffly.

“Then I’m going to need more,” Paris said. Somehow it didn’t come off flirtatious. It came off as desperate.

He didn’t care.

He slid a hand down and undid the button on her jeans. “More, huh?”

“Yes. More. Lots more.”

He unzipped her, pressing his erection against her from behind. He was hot and hard and huge.

“I can help you with that,” she said, pressing back.

“Nah. I’m fine.”

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