Page 11 of His Good Girl

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No distractions. For the next hour, Ms. Rivers is an employee. Nothing more.

Convinced I had myself in check, I opened the door and stepped into the room.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I froze at the sight of Winter on her hands and knees, collecting scattered papers that appeared to have fallen on the floor, her perfectly rounded ass pointed right at me.

My cock shot to attention, and I ground my teeth together as I struggled for control.

So much for no fucking distractions.

I cle

ared my throat, but it sounded more like a snarl. She gave a start and turned her head to look back at me, a few strands of golden hair escaping her bun.

“Mr. Maslow! I didn’t hear you come in, sir. I-I dropped the packets.” Her face turned bright red, and she turned back around to quickly collect the last of the documents. I watched as she worked her way to her feet somewhat clumsily in her tight skirt, but it did nothing to deter my raging lust for her. In fact, watching her ass wiggle around as she fought her way up nearly made me groan. I scrubbed my hand over my mouth and jerked my gaze from her.

“Is everything ready, Ms. Rivers?” I looked around the room to inspect her work. The coffee service was set up and ready on the back counter along with breakfast pastries. Folders and pens were laid out at each spot at the table, and the projector was fired up and ready. Other than the copies of my proposed bid that she’d dropped on the floor, everything appeared perfect.

I couldn’t help feeling pleased.

“Yes, sir, I just need to finish putting these out.” There was a little bite in her tone as she moved around the table, placing a packet of paper in front of each chair. “The instructions left on my computer desktop were very detailed and helpful.”

My last assistant, Mrs. Russel, had been a gem. She had been detail-oriented, thorough in her work, and reliable. Our relationship had remained strictly professional, as I’d had no desire to fuck her, nor her me. She’d been happily married and in her mid-fifties when I hired her. Before she’d retired, she had made sure to document every detail of how I liked things done so her replacement could stand a chance of keeping me happy.

If she could see that replacement right now …

Ms. Rivers’ movements were jerky as she finished readying the room, and she avoided my gaze. I could tell it wasn’t because she was still embarrassed about what we’d done yesterday, though. No, she was pissed. Pissed, and still so turned on, her hard little nipples poked at her blouse. Her obvious pique amused me. Was she mad that I’d spanked her?

Or mad I hadn’t made her come?

I fought the urge to grin as she stormed up to me, her arms folded under those lush tits and her brown eyes narrowed into a glare.

“Is everything to your liking, sir?” she snapped.

Oh, I liked this. This mix of obedience and defiance. Her attitude wouldn’t do for the meeting, however. I needed her pleasant and hospitable. Not looking as though she wished I’d walk out into traffic on Commonwealth Avenue.

My lips slid into a smirk. “Everything appears perfect, Ms. Rivers. Job well done.”

It was clear she hadn’t expected me to compliment her efforts. Her cheeks pinkened, and her lips parted slightly before she remembered she was mad at me. Pressing her mouth into a hard line, she nodded.

“Thank you, sir. If that’s all, I’ll go wait for your guests at reception to escort them back.” She began to move past me, but I rested a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Her body tensed beneath my touch, and her breathing shallowed. Glancing up at me, she murmured, “Sir?”

I leaned down so that I spoke directly at her ear. “You’ve been a very good girl, Ms. Rivers. Like I told you, good girls get rewarded.”

She began trembling, her beautiful gaze flashing with excitement.

“What is my reward, sir?”

“Sit on the table.”

A little gasp escaped her plump pink lips, but she turned to obey without hesitation. She hopped up on the conference table and watched me as I approached her.

“Lay back.”

Her breathing grew heavier as she did as she was told. I stared down at her, so willing and pliable to my commands. This was risky and more than a little stupid. The client was supposed to arrive within the next fifteen minutes, but I couldn’t wait another second to put my hands on her.

After all, the fucking thought of touching her had kept me up all night.


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