Page 52 of The Boss

“Perhaps,” I squeak.

“It’s natural. But at some point, you’re going to have to understand that things like this,” she lightly taps the bottom of my ass again, “happen. There will be occasions when you will need to be punished. I have a billion-dollar business to run, and you compromised that.”

“I…”

“You think Coleman and Moreau aren’t thinking that I should do something about this? I’ve bothered them both because of what’s happened. If they were in my shoes, you should damn well bet that they’d smack your ass until you’ve fully understood what you’ve done.”

Okay, but would they do it in…

I glance over to the other side of the lounge. There are the Colemans, having a good ol’ time talking to their local friend. Jamie happens to catch my sight. She immediately recognizes what’s happening, her smile disappearing… but not in concern. The way she puts her hand on her wife’s leg, caresses her, says that Julianna and I have inspired certain thoughts.

“Is everyone here a kinkster?” I attempt to whisper my words, but they come out in a demure squeak instead. “You pick your associates well, Ms. Marcon.”

“Takes a certain woman to make it to the top.” Her hand lingers on my ass. Anyone looking over can see her fingers hovering above my skirt. “Neither of them is a lifestyler, though. One day I will have to introduce you to a couple like that.”

I shiver. When I look over again, I spot Jamie whispering in her wife’s ear. Etta tips her chin up and lightly kisses Jamie’s lips, whose hands slowly slide between her wife’s legs.

I wouldn’t consider myself a voyeur, but this is kinda hot. They’re not even doing anything, and I’m turned on!

“Lessa,” my girlfriend says, her teeth grazing my earlobe. “I still don’t think you understand what kind of trouble you’re in. You’re lucky I don’t take you over my knee.”

My lip succumbs to my teeth chomping on it. Now, if Julianna actually slammed me across her lap and smacked my ass, I would die, and not in the sexy way. But the fantasy? The thought of my girlfriend punishing me with her firm but fair hand?

I’m going to embarrass myself again.

One last time… she smacks my ass, hard, while a small group of people half-tipsy on expensive alcohol push past us and argue over who is paying for the Uber back to their hotel. Julianna kisses my cheek before muttering, “Would you like that, Lessa? Me spanking you in front of all these nice people?”

My fingers are caught in her lapel. “Maybe some other time, ma’am.”

“One day, hm? For now,” she grips my wrist, gently turning me around in her arms, “we’ll keep it private. Come with me. Now.”

The rest of the people in the small lounge disappear as she leads me to another room. A nice, unisex restroom. I barely pay attention. I’m so wrapped up in the effortless way she moves me around, commands me that I can barely contain the arousalspiking in my gut and exploding through my body. Who knew I was such a sucker for an expensive woman in an even more expensive pantsuit?

And she smells so nice…

And her voice… the way she growls into the crook of my neck when we’re alone, the door locked behind us….

The taste of desire crossing my tongue…

Damnit, we’re going to do it right here, aren’t we!

Didn’t think we would be screwing in a public restroom this early in our relationship. Yet this isn’t your typical bar bathroom. While it’s cramped in here, it smells like a flower garden and… well, how many bar bathrooms have tiny, tinkling fountains and the toilet cordoned off by a Japanese screen? Sure, Julianna and I barely fit in here without knocking over the screen, but…

But it’s fucking hot.

“Look at yourself.” Julianna stands behind me in front of the mirror hanging above the sink. My fingers grip a marble countertop. The top buttons of my silk blouse come undone. I wore a pushup bra today, and we can both tell. Especially with my hair down and framing both my face and my chest. I look like a girl who is in way over her head.

If I didn’t already know what Julianna is capable of, then I’d be freaked out of my mind.

But I do know what she’s capable of. I know what she wants from me.

I am so turned on that my nipples poke through my blouse and I can’t figure out how to close my damned mouth.

“You know what I see in that mirror, Lessa?”

I’m a wreck compared to her. So nicely put together in her three-piece business suit, that sapphire blue blouse twinkling in the lavender lights of this bathroom. Her perfume still smells sogood this late in the day. That self-assured stance is something I can only aspire to mimic.

“What?” I breathe.

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