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“I’d enjoy watching your beautiful cheeks bounce from the impact of my hand and belt while your pussy dripped for me. I swear I’d lick up every drop of sweetness you gave.”

Emir relished her moans as he spoke against her cheek. “You wanted me to punish you.”

His tongue darted out and captured hers in a passionate kiss that left them both trembling. He pulled back just enough for him to whisper in her ear. "You drive me fucking insane," he murmured, nuzzling her neck with his chin as he spoke. "Let me show you how much I want you."

He felt Selene’s body shiver and heard her say yes as his hands moved to cup her waist. Gently, he began to caress her body - tracing his fingers along her curves and exploring the softness of her skin. He allowed his hands to wander freely over her clothes and body until they reached the top of her pants and paused.

His gaze met hers, and for a second, everything around them seemed to disappear.

Emir ripped open her pants, and the button clattered on the floor as he pulled the fabric apart. As the zipper ripped loudly, he looked her in the eye. They were nearing the point of no return.

Emir could feel Selene’s erratic breaths as she succumbed to him. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. He envisioned himself entering her right on his desk.

His desk.

Suddenly, Emir remembered they were both at work, and it was the middle of the day. It was much too dangerous to be doing this. Someone could walk in at any moment. Someone could have walked in on them. Emir fought every urge in his body and forced himself apart from Selene. He took huge gulps of air as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry…This was a mistake,” he mumbled. He could barely look Selene in the face. He watched Selene jolted back into reality and awkwardly fumbled around, trying to close her pants. Emir clumsily ran his hands through her hair and cleared his throat.

“Uhh, Ms. Dubois, we’ll table the rendering I asked you to complete since you can’t get it done without attracting…undue attention.”

The way Selene looked at him, you would have thought he slapped her. He felt like an ass for saying it, but he couldn’t back down. She needed to be pushed out of his life. This was getting out of hand, and he needed to set them back on the right path.

“After lunch, I want you to start creating a detailed planning proposal for the free towns in your portfolio. You have one week to complete it and present it at my office no later than 5:00 pm next Tuesday. Don’t be late."

Emir turned away and went to sit behind his desk, leaving Selene to her own devices.

CHAPTER 6

Retribution

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elene left Emir’s office feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable.

She was excited and uneasy about the prospect of coming up with such an important proposal in only a week’s time. Additionally, she was shocked by how much she was turned on by the thought of Emir bending her over and punishing her. She couldn’t believe she was about to give herself to him right there on his desk! She loved pushing his buttons, but clearly, she wasn’t ready for him to push them back.

It all felt too real.

She put on a brave face and marched to her office, holding her pants up with her hand. Thankfully, no one was around as most people had taken off for lunch.

Selene resolved to keep her eye on the prize. She had libraries to design and communities to serve in Haiti, Columbia, and the Low Country.

Today was a momentary lapse. It would not happen again.

One Week Later

“Tessa, tell me the name of that website again.”

“www.bossbedamned.com.” Her baby sister chirped back.

Selene typed the website into her iPad. “Thanks, because I’m about to blow his ass up all over this site. If I get one more stupid email asking me to pick up his dry-cleaning or inventory his office supplies, I’ll scream!”

Tessa tutted. “Ah Ah. Sis, you wouldn’t be the first. Emir is mentioned all up and down that site. It looks like he’s gone through at least six assistants in the past two years. If he’s doing any of this shit to you, I’ll tell Paul to come down there and kill him. You know he’ll do it.”

Selene laughed and took another strong gulp of her wine. At this rate, she’d finish the bottle of Shiraz by the end of the night. Sadly, the past few nights for Selene ended the same way. At the bottom of a can of cheese, Pringles and three glasses into a bottle of red wine.

She finally broke down and called her baby sister Tessa when Emir sent a message forbidding her from taking Ubers or taxis to work. He claimed it was more efficient if she used the company car he sent for her every morning at 6:00 a.m.

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