Page 170 of Red Marked

“I was afraid that if we left, we wouldn’t find him again. I had to. It worked out. He didn’t kill me. We have a name.”

“I should fire you and send you back to Mistveil City.” He walks toward me until his toes are almost touching mine. I have to tip my head back. He smells so good. I want to press myself against him. I want…him.

“Please, Flint.” It comes out all breathy. It’s a plea, only I’m not sure it’s my job I’m pleading for.

His nostrils flare.

“I should turn you around, pull down your pants, and spank you, Star. You deserve to be spanked.”

My clit gives one hard pulse, and I go wet. Just like that.

Holy shit!

“Maybe you should, then, sir,” I whisper. I’m sure my pupils are blown. I’m turned on.

What the hell?!

What is happening here?

My nipples tighten against my shirt. My lower belly pulls tight too. There isn’t enough air in this office.

“Maybe you should spank me. I deserve to be spanked.”

I want him to. I want him to bend me over and to put his hands on me.

He swallows. I watch his throat work.

“Don’t fucking tempt me.”

Before I can think better of it, I turn and plant my hands on his desk. A pen rolls off the edge. I stick my ass in the air.

“I deserve to be punished. You should punish me.”

Did I just say that?

Yes.

And I don’t want to take it back either.

I look at him over my shoulder.

Flint could have been carved from granite. The cords in his neck are standing out. A muscle jumps in his jaw. His eyes are a vivid blue, and they seem to look right into me.

I reach back, hook my thumbs into my waistband, and pull my pants down together with my panties. I go slowly. Over my hips, over the curve of my ass. I stop at mid-thigh. The air-conditioning is cool on my bare skin.

He makes a strangled noise.

“Fuck! Star! Fuuuck.” Then he’s right behind me. The heat of him is on the backs of my thighs. “You nearly fucking died. This isn’t a joke.” I can feel his eyes on me.

He’s looking.

He’s really looking. I push my ass up higher.

“I’m not joking. I’m serious.” It’s husky.

“I’m so fucking angry right now.”

His hand cracks against my right cheek. The sound reverberates around the office.