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“My destiny was already set before I ever laid eyes on you. You had your entire life in front of you. One that didn’t need to be marred by the Barrington name.”

Anger flashed in Easton’s eyes when I closed my mouth. “So you decided for me?”

“Yes! You deserved better!” My yell surprised me. I simply couldn’t understand how he didn’t see it had been for the best.

His nose flared and the tattoo on his bicep twitched in time with the vein in his neck. “I deserved to be able to make that decision with the man I loved. I deserved to have a say in my future!”

I leaned forward, matching his stance and letting my frustration bleed into my words. “Really? And what would you have decided? That your college boyfriend, who was too afraid to tell you who he was, who couldn’t stand up to his family, was more important than the dream you’d worked so hard for? A dream you deserved!”

“I don’t know! Because I was never able to decide anything.” He leaned farther forward, our foreheads nearly touching, and his voice dropped low and quiet. “Let’s get something straight once and for all, because I’m working for you now and you need to know something.”

Chills raced down my spine and my skin tingled as he spoke. “My life. My decision.” The whispered words held the old yet still familiar warning they’d always had when I’d pushed too far and had earned a punishment. It meant I’d be put over his knee or the leather spanking bench in his room while he put me in my place.

I fucking needed that, so much more than I’d let myself believe.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, the words filled with needy desperation I couldn’t deny.

He smirked. “Good boy.”

CHAPTER 14

EASTON

What the fuck are we doing?

As we stood nose to nose, leaning across either side of his desk, my anger had faded to pain that had turned into an insatiable need for the man in front of me. Judging by his blown pupils and whispered, “Yes, Sir,” he was right there with me.

This wasn’t where I’d seen the conversation going when I’d stepped into his office and overheard him talking with his friend about a sexy book he’d read, but that didn’t change that this was where we were. I was hard as a rock in my shorts, my cock pressing against the pouch of my jock and demanding relief.

I knew Lincoln wanted to be spanked. His eyes were pleading for me to take him apart and let him fly in bliss. His words were begging for me to take control. It was a terrible, horrible, awful idea. There was no world where it was appropriate for me to strip my ex-boyfriend and current boss down, bend him over my lap, and spank him until he was begging to come.

Terrible, horrible, awful idea or not, I was moving myself around the desk to take his hand in mine. “This ass”—I squeezed a cheek hard enough he gasped—“is begging to be beaten.”

Lincoln’s head bobbed up and down as he caught his breath. “Y-yes, Sir. Need that. Need that so much.”

I directed us toward the couch across the room, glancing quickly at his door to make sure it was shut. The lobby had been empty when I’d walked in here and I thought our argument would have brought someone to the door if we weren’t alone. I was eager to get my hands on him again but not so eager as to be careless and let him get caught in an embarrassing situation. Confident the door was shut, I sat down and turned my attention back to the man in front of me.

Spanking his ass in his hotel room had been satisfying at the time, but after a few days, I’d been aching to have another chance. One where I could do it right and take care of him the way we both needed.

There had never been anyone I’d been as connected to as I had Lincoln. Turning, I took his belt in my hand and yanked roughly, delighted when the clasp fell open and the two pieces of leather hung to either side of his hips.

Lincoln let out a small gasp as he took a step forward. “My ass needs your hand.”

“Believe me, my hand needs your ass.” The pair were made for one another. No other ass had ever fit so well in my hand. The slacks he was wearing had a button closure, nowhere near as convenient as the ones he’d worn the last time I’d spanked him, though it didn’t stop me from quickly working the button open and the zipper down.

With his pants open, Lincoln sighed with relief, his cock already pressing out of the opening and his pants slipping down his hips just a bit. There was no reason to delay what we both knew was about to happen, and I tugged on the material, watching it slide down his legs and bunch at his shoes. If he’d had more than two steps to take before he would be over my lap, I’d have made sure to remove his shoes and take his pants completely off. We were already at the couch, and there was something alluring about his pants pooling around his ankles as I put him over my lap to spank him.

My cock twitched in delight with the thought. Ignoring my arousal was going to be more difficult than dealing with Lincoln’s. He’d be begging to come in minutes, and I’d eventually let him, while my release would have to wait for a more convenient time when I wouldn’t disrupt him.

“Your briefs are fucking gorgeous. Too bad they have to come down too.”

I reached for the waistband and Lincoln gave a little pout. “Do they have to, Sir?” He blinked big eyes at me and chewed his lip. The man was going to kill me.

“How do spankings happen?”

Lincoln pouted more as he answered. “On bare skin, Sir.”

Giving a pleased hum, I tugged the underwear down, letting it rest around his knees. “Exactly. Good boy.” With his underwear down and his hard cock pulsing between us, I knew there was no reason to delay his punishment. A firm tug to his wrist had Lincoln draping himself over my lap. Familiarity hadn’t dimmed over the years and he worked to get his dick right between my thighs.

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