Page 33 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Hmm. Those tears were drying off, and there was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Brat.

“You know what I meant. I am the boss of you. And you best not forget it. But what I am going to say is very important. You can leave my bedroom right now and things will go back to being professional between us. I will forget that you saw me jerk off and so will you.”

Impossible, he knew.

But he’d try if that’s what she wanted.

“Or,” she whispered.

“Or, you stay. And I punish you for what just happened.”

“Why would I want to stay and be punished?” she asked, looking bewildered.

“Maybe for the same reason you didn’t run out of here the moment you saw me naked? Because you want me. You want this. But are you going to take what you want or walk away? Either way, I will not be upset. Understand?”

Chapter Eleven

You want me.

You want this.

Witches and wizards. Had she been that obvious?

You watched him jerk off.

Part of her wanted to know how he would punish her before she agreed to stay. But a bigger part of her didn’t care because it meant that he’d be touching her.

And Blakely knew that she couldn’t go back to the way things had been this last week since the kiss.

Sure, it might be safer for job security.

But she’d been so miserable.

“I’m staying.”

Stafford eyed her for a long moment. “Be aware of what you’re agreeing to. If you stay here in this room, then you’re going to be punished for what you just did. You’ll do as I say. And not because I pay you. That’s very separate from this. You do not have to do this in order to secure your job. It is not contingent on this. And I know that this is unprofessional. I know it’s not usual. But I have tried to keep my desire for you under wraps this week and we both know how spectacularly that failed. Do not stay unless you want what is going to happen next.”

“I want it.”

There was no hesitation. Maybe she should have thought about it for a second.

But she didn’t want to risk talking herself out of this.

“Then tell me . . . did you like what you saw? Did it turn you on? Did it make your clit throb? Is your pussy wet?”

Holy. Crap.

How did he . . . why . . . what?

Blakely didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t for him to ask her questions like that.

No one had ever spoken to her like that, and she wasn’t sure how to reply.

“I expect an answer, Blakely,” he told her in a stern tone.

She didn’t want to disappoint him. It was just . . .

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