Page 102 of His Christmas Wife

She wanted to pinch herself to be sure it was real. He was putting her needs in front of his own.

“For now, I’m not sure I want to stay at Christoff.” Though she couldn’t imagine not working with him. “I’m not sure I like the board of directors.”

“Struggles between a CEO and board are not unusual, but in this case, I agree entirely. Things might be different under a new leader once we enter the growth and sustainability phase.”

“I could consider staying through August, maybe, and starting grad school in fall? That would help with the transition.” And keep her close to him. “But honestly, I don’t want to work more than forty hours.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, but neither will I. I’d like to spend time uncovering more of my future wife’s secrets.”

She sucked in a shallow breath as he swept his heated gaze over her.

“You shouldn’t have worn a dress today, Ms. Robbins.”

“Oh?” Response flooded her body.

“You’re tempting me.”

“Am I?” She batted her eyelashes innocently. “I didn’t mean to…Sir.”

“That’s it.” He stood and plucked her glass from her hand.

Carefully he slid the glasses on the table. Then, with great intent, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her.

Before she could figure out what he was doing, he was sitting where she’d been, and she was upside down over his knee, her fingers scrabbling on the floor as she struggled to find her balance.

“God, I’ve wanted to spank your ass.”

“Do it.”

He hadn’t needed the invitation. Even before the words were out, he’d swept the hem to her waist and was pulling down her panties.

“You’re going to stop wearing these.”

“Am I, Sir?”

“And maybe I’ll stuff your ass full of a plug before we go to work in the mornings.”

Her tummy spiraled into a free fall.

Evan brought his hand down on her rear hard, searing her. Gasping, kicking her legs, she pushed off the floor.

“Keep still.” He clamped an arm around her waist, imprisoning her.

Gently he rubbed away the pain.

“That’s so you know you’re mine.”

Tears stung her eyes, not from his spank but from his words.

“Mine.”

“Yes.”

He turned her over, sat her on his knee, then kissed her deeply, in a forever-mine way.

She leaned into him, giving everything in return: her heart, her body, her soul.

Once their kiss ended, he traced a finger down the column of her throat. “And now for a real spanking.”

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