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I can’t resist. I sent a group text to both her and Evan.
Our little brat needs a hard spanking, Evan.
Hell fucking yes. Rough day at the office?
Finley glances down at her phone. I see her bite her bottom lip and cross her feet, squeezing her legs together tightly.
It’s clear her pussy is throbbing under that skirt.
Definitely ready to be officially disciplined by her boss.
My cock is throbbing, and I am, in fact, stuck behind the table.
And I’m loving every minute of this sweet torture.
CHAPTER 18
Finley
I’m exhaustedfrom pretending all day that I don’t want Christopher to spank me over his desk. That had to be the longest, horniest day I’ve ever spent at work.
Evan and Christopher knew exactly what they were doing this morning—setting me up to lust after them all day.
I should be annoyed, but instead I’m just…horny.
Now I’m in my room, having shrugged off the well-intentioned questions of my sisters after taking them up on their pity offer of ordering Chinese takeout and watching a psychological thriller. The creepy movie was supposed to take my mind off of men, but the masked stalker was honestly a little sexy, and now I’m just spiraling out.
I’m in pajamas and debating what volume I need my iPad to be on so my sisters don’t hear my vibrator when I get a text from Tucker.
This day only needed that. He’s been on my mind nonstop since he suggested a hate fuck, especially since I’m not even sure that it would be a hate fuck at this point…more like a ‘I-want-to-hate-you-but-I’m-not-sure-I-do.’
But then I read his text.
Hey, what’s up?
That’s all it takes to ignite my rage all over again. I settle back against my headboard, cuddling my Jack Skellington pillow and prepare to put Tucker Hastings in his place.
Wrong.
What’s wrong?
Your bullshit text.
Uh…are you busy?
No. But if you text me what’s up or hey beautiful or what ru doing rn or any other lazy ass man text that puts the burden of conversation on me, I will not respond. This is your warning.
Bubbles appear and then disappear. I gleefully reach for the four-pack of Oreos I bought on the way home from work as a substitute for sex and rip the wrapper open. I’ve confused Tucker and, hopefully, put him back in his place, where he belongs. With us on equal footing, not me all doe-eyed, breathy, and obedient the way I was with him yesterday.
Fuck. That.
When can I fuck you? I’m free tonight.
A shiver rolls over me. Now that is tempting.
But I’ve just wrested back control from him—at least in my mind. I can’t hand it right back.
All I can think about is how big Tucker’s hands are and where they could be on my body right now. He could cover a whole lot of territory in no time with those fingers. My nipples tingle at the thought.
