Page 16 of Quickies

INTERN

The cheeky intern deserves a spanking.

“You’re such a fucking brat!”

Yes. I lost it. I saidthatout loud to an intern in my office. In my defense, he was driving me up the wall. As I raised my voice at him and stood up from my chair, I fully expected him to cringe and cower. But he smirked at me. The shameless, insolent man-child smirked.

“I know.”

My anger blazed brighter while the cocky, undeniably attractive quirk of his lips broadened into a full smile.

“What the hell are you trying to achieve?” My ears grew hot as I continued yelling. “Do you think we’re going to employ you after this? What kind of evaluation do you think I’m going to send to your supervisor? You’ve wasted two months here. You’re getting nowhere with this attitude. Nowhere!”

He licked his puffy pink lips and lifted a finger, perfectly calm while I was sweating under my suit, all but shaking withrage. “First of all, I already have a job lined up at GoGet. I’ll earn more there than I do working for you, and it’s closer to my apartment. I’m starting September 1 because I want to have a proper vacation before becoming a serf of capitalist society for eternity.”

I could only gape at his audacity.

Another finger and a raised eyebrow. “Second. Anna is my mentor here, not you. She’ll be writing my evaluation, and she loves me. She says I’m effective, clever, organized, upbeat, and ah-mazingly creative.”

I was going to fucking rip him apart. His third finger popped up while I clenched my fists, trying to stay still and out of jail. Thank goodness for the heavy desk between us.

“And third.” He waggled the finger. “You won’t complain about me because that’s not what you want.”

I rolled my eyes. “And what do you think I want, Mr. Creative Genius? Because it sure as fuck isn’t your mind-reading skills.”

His dark eyes shone with glee as if he’d won. Had he won? That would mean I’d lost. What the fuck was happening here?

“Same thing as I do. You want to bend me over your desk and spank my ass.”

I froze.

The little shit. Was he going to claim sexual harassment? Was that what this was about?

“And since I see you’re panicking, let me assure you that I’m attracted to you, and that’s why I love driving you crazy. It gets me hot.”

I stood there like a statue. I had nothing to say. Zero. My body was locked in shock. My mind was empty except for one huge, glaring red sign.Harassment! Harassment!

My vision was blurry around the edges as he reached behind him and locked the door. Then he walked toward me, unbuttoning his pants.

Smiling, he turned, tugged his skinny jeans down his thighs, and bent over my desk. Right next to my fucking laptop with the company’s financial report open. He didn’t even turn his gaze that way. He just pushed his ass out, laid his head on his arms, and waited.

He was gorgeous. Out-of-this-world beautiful.

I wanted nothing more than to suck hickeys all over that perfect skin, spank him silly, and drill into his hole until he bawled like a baby.

I wanted to mess him up.

And I’d been quiet for too long.

“Gerald,” he whispered. “I’m hard as fuck right now. Whenever you yell at me, I could come, I swear. I’m not going to tell anyone. I want you.”

Did I believe him? I had no idea. But he must have broken something in me. Because the next thing I did was unzip my pants, pull out my aching cock, and stroke it up and down.

My eyes pinned on his flawless ass cheeks, my hand flying over my cock… I forgot about everything. I forgot he was my intern, that he was twenty-three, that he was an insolent, spoiled kid, and that he was a potential disaster in a hundred different ways.

“Show me your hole,” I bit out. I was close already.

Wordlessly, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing me his hairless crease. Impeccable. The small star clenched in front of my eyes, and heat rushed up my cock.

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