Page 22 of Haden

I shudder as he scrutinizes me.

“Will it hurt to put panties on, jitterbug?”

“Probably.”

“Do it anyway. It will be good for you. The elastic will remind you to behave. You have a naughty side that I’m going to enjoy taming.”

I bite my lip. My arousal is running down my inner thighs.

Haden rounds behind me, squats low so his face is inches from my butt, and grips my thighs. “Spread your legs.”

Holding my breath, I follow his instruction. It doesn’t matter what his intentions are. I can’t disobey him. It’s like I’m wired to follow Haden’s orders.

“Good girl,” he praises. He moves one hand to grip my hip and reaches between my thighs with his other to gently graze a finger over my folds. “So soft.”

Panting, I drop my forehead to the table.

“Did you touch this pussy last night?”

“No, Sir,” I murmur.

“Good girl. From now on, you don’t touch it without permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Can I trust you to obey me, jitterbug?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimper.

He strokes my folds again, not applying near enough pressure. Nothing but the gentlest touch.

I’m dripping, though. I’ve never been this horny. “Please…”

“That’s my girl. I like how polite you are. I bet you need to come, huh?”

“Yes… Please…”

Instead of giving me what I’m begging for, he stands and lowers my dress over my bottom. “Not right now, baby.” He pats my butt. “Go change. Take your time. I don’t want you out here while they’re situating the office. It’s too dangerous. I’ll see you at lunch.”

He helps me stand and turns me to face him. Sliding one arm around me, he hauls me close. His cock presses against my belly. “I want to kiss you, but if I do, we’ll be in here making out for the rest of the day. People are waiting on me. I’ll kiss you until you can’t think straight tonight.”

“Okay.” I’m breathless.

“Can you make it to your room on your own?”

“Yes, Sir.” He’s not asking to be bossy. He’s actually concerned that I might sway and fall on my ass. He has a right to think that. It’s more than possible.

“Be careful. Use the railing.” He’s dead serious. This is a safety issue. His brow is furrowed as if he’s considering going with me after all.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been climbing stairs since right about the time you turned twenty-one.” I can’t resist the age dig.

He smirks. “Sassy girl.”

“You like it.”

“I certainly do.” He grabs the back of my head, plants a kiss on my forehead, and releases me. A second later, he has the door open. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Chapter 9