Page 59 of Shifted Desire

“Sir, I’m here to go over the corrections you have for my work.”

The image of her bent over my desk earlier floods my mind, my dick thickening at the prospect of playing out that scene together.

“You’re late,” I say gruffly. “When I set a meeting time, it’s not a suggestion.”

Samantha gives me a delighted grin that makes my heart skip a beat, knowing she’s as into this as I am, then sobers.

“Someone needed my help. I didn’t mean to be late.”

I glare at her, pushing up my sleeves. “Is flirting shamelessly with the receptionist what we’re calling ‘help’ these days?”

“I wasn’t!” she protests in a squeak.

I scoff and gesture for her to come closer. “This kind of behavior is unacceptable, Samantha. Not only are you wasting time when you should be working, but you’re making mistakes.” Picking up the contract she set on my desk, I give it a dramatic flap. “There are at least ten typos in this document alone.”

“I…I’m sorry, Sir.”

We both know there’s nothing wrong with her work, but I uncap a bright red permanent marker and strike through something as if it’s an error. It’s hard not to break character when Sam’s lips quirk into an amused smile for a split-second.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’ve told you before to be more careful. What is it going to take to get through to you?” I strike through another line with a heavy stroke of the pen.

My pulse quickens as I anticipate my words before they fall from my lips in a deep rumble. “Do I need to punish you?”

“Punish me?” Samantha blinks rapidly, playing the perfect flighty assistant.

“Yes. Bad girls get punished, Samantha.”

I stand and round the desk to stand beside her, leaning in to speak in a low tone. “Put your hands on the desk and bend over.”

She shivers, and it takes everything in me not to throw the game away and claim her lips, but the flare of her scent tells me she’s enjoying our game far too much to stop before we’ve even gotten into it.

“Sir?”

The single, breathy word makes my dick throb.

“You heard me. Or can you not follow even the simplest instructions?”

With doe eyes that make me think Samantha could’ve been an actress with how convincing she is, she shakes her head. “Sorry, Sir. I can.”

For the second time today, she places her hands on my desk and bends over and fuck, it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen. I want to bite her peachy ass. Mark her there to stake a claim and make her squeal with surprise.

I infuse a hint of sarcasm into my voice. “Good girl. I guess you can listen to instructions.”

She squirms and turns her head to look at me. There’s a gleam in her gaze that tells me she’s already falling into subspace, and gods, that makes something primal in me ecstatic.

“Eyes forward.”

Her head snaps to look at the desk, and when I step behind her and grab the hem of her skirt, she gasps.

A deep rumble of a groan escapes me as I take in the sight of her bare ass and thighs as I push her skirt up to her waist.

I let out a cold, disbelieving chuckle. “No panties? Gods, you’re even more of a slut than I realized, walking around with nothing covering your bare pussy. Knowing you, you were trying to entice everyone in the office.”

“It’s not like that, Sir!”

I stroke a hand over the backs of her thighs, loving the way she squirms and parts her legs a little to reveal the seam of her pussy. “Mmm, then why are you bare here? Don’t lie to me, or it’ll make your punishment worse.”

“I…”