Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’d like that. Bye, sweetie.”
Chapter Ten
Brick
I overheard Madi’s conversation with her mother and gave her space in case she needed to process things. At six, I summon her to bring my tux in from the closet. I had some foolish idea about changing in front of her–remembering how turned on she’d been that second week when she’d spilled water on me and walked in when I had my shirt off.
Screwing her in the office has taken the edge off, but it’s not the same as taking a female to bed. I don’t get to see her naked. There are things I want to do to her that take more time than a quickie stolen during work hours.
Fuck. Me.
She comes in wearing the dress she wore to the charity ball. Of course–it’s not like she has another gown. We’ve already established that. But its effect on me is immediate and painful.
“Oh, honey. You made a huge tactical error wearing that dress again.” I’ve taken off my jacket, tie, and dress shirt, so I’m standing in my undershirt. I eat up the way her gaze traces where my biceps pop out of the sleeves.
I expect a sassy response, but her expression flickers to doubt, and she freezes in place. “I did?”
I take the tuxedo bag from her and toss it on a chair. “You did.” I pick her up and sit her on my desk.
“Jesus, you are strong.” She grabs onto my arms and squeezes, like she’s testing the muscles. Same thing she did that day she pretended she was blotting the water from my abs.
“Uh huh.” I lower my head and trail my tongue lightly around the V of her window, delving between her perky breasts. “You left me with blue balls the last time you wore this, and I haven’t forgiven you for it.”
She spreads her thighs wide, encouraging me closer. “You haven’t?” Her voice is husky and sweet.
“No, Windows. Punishment is definitely in order.”
Her pupils dilate. Breath quickens. The scent of her arousal drugs me.
I drop my hands to her hips. “I don’t appreciate being teased, little girl. Not at all. So now you’re going to feel the sting of your boss’ ruler.”
“Oh.” She sits up taller like she just squeezed her ass. She’s adorably aroused, and I’m already desperate to satisfy her, my wolf starting to run the show.
I lean down to murmur the next order right against the shell of her ear. “Go and get it from my desk drawer.”
When I step back, she slides off the desk and wobbles to the other side of the desk to open my drawer. Her hand trembles a little when she hands it to me, but I read far more excitement than nerves in her.
“Come back over here.” I tap the surface of the desk. She toddles back, and I push her face down over it. I take my time sliding the smooth red fabric of the dress up her legs. “Beautiful girl,” I murmur, admiring the shape of her legs, the curve of her ass.
She’s in one of her G-strings–the one I already acquainted myself with this morning. I peel it off her, kissing down the back of one leg when I squat to detangle it from her ankles.
I make a detour on my way back up to grip both her thighs and spread them open, so I can lick her sweet pussy. It’s an activity I haven’t had nearly enough time to indulge in and will never tire of. I work her soft folds until she’s moaning, inner thighs quivering, and then I stand.
She lets out a whimper of disappointment.
“Did you think I was going to let you come, Madi-girl? I’m not.”
She whirls to look over her shoulder, her silky bob swishing at the sharp action.
“This is punishment, little girl.”
“Not listening.” The warble in her voice tells me she’s hanging on every word.
I take my time picking up the ruler with one hand as I stroke a circle around her ass with the other. “Ready for your spanking?”
“Does anyone ever say yes to that?” Sassy, as always.
I slap the ruler against one of her cheeks, and she gives a little yelp. “The correct answer is yes, sir.” I slap the other cheek. “But to answer your question, I wouldn’t know. I told you before, you’re the only assistant I’ve had in this particular position.”
“I better be,” she mutters.
I deliver another spank to each of her cheeks. She gasps and tightens her ass. “Let’s try this again.” Two more slaps. The ruler leaves delightful red stripes on her cheeks that satisfy my wolf. I’m leaving a mark on her–just not the permanent one he wants me to. “Are you ready for your spanking?”
“Yes, sir.” She lets out the words with a light gust of laughter. “And also–ow.”
I stop and rub the stripes. “Too much?”