ll you what to do. Take off that uniform, Vice Admiral, so I can see Niobe. I want my mate.”
Oh. I wanted him. Wanted sex. God, that hard cock I’d felt… I wanted it in me. Filling me. We could argue all day long, but that wasn’t going to get me a single orgasm. Or Quinn’s skin on mine. His lips… everywhere. My desire fought with my mind, and since I’d already been dragged out of the meeting, the damage was done. What was the saying? The horse was already out of the barn.
He’d apologized. It was time for me to bend a little. Or strip.
He didn’t move, barely breathed as I took off my uniform. Every bit of clothing until I stood bare across the room from him. I looked at him, waited. Watched as his eyes heated, his jaw tensed, his cock grew beneath the pants.
“Show me how wet you are.”
His rough voice had my nipples pebbling, had my heart rate picking up.
I palmed myself, slid fingers over my wet folds, then held up my hand for him to see. My wetness glistened on my fingertips.
He shook his head. “Not like that. Turn around. Bend over.”
Holy. Shit. He was filthy. And I loved it.
The wood floor was cool beneath my feet. Good thing since I was hot all over. I turned and did as he said, leaned forward so my butt was up. So my pussy was right there for him to see.
He walked over at a human’s pace, taking his time to look at me. I watched him, even upside down, watched him look at my very center. Knew it was wet, open. Swollen and ready for him.
Even though I saw him move, when his hand settled on my bottom, I startled.
“Shh,” he soothed, stroking his big palm over my skin. “Put your hands on the wall.”
He held my hip as I straightened to do as he said. Now, I looked straight ahead at the white wall, my ass out. “Good girl.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a vice admiral, not a go—”
He spanked me then, one slap to my bottom.
“Shh,” he repeated. “I know what you are. Out there, you command. In here, with your gorgeous body on display just for me, you’re mine, and you’re being very, very good.”
I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to wiggle my hips for more.
“Then why did you spank me?” I questioned, glancing over my shoulder at him.
He was fully clothed while I was bare, bent over. Vulnerable. Letting him spank me. I should turn around and kick his ass for wanting to spank mine. But the truth was, I loved the sting. The shock of it. I loved letting go, just a little, allowing someone else to be in control.
“Because you need it.”
I laughed. “Need it?”
He spanked me again, this time on the other side of my ass. It wasn’t hard, but it held a lot of sting. I gasped, then groaned when he drew a finger up my slit.
“See? You need it. Clears your head.”
“What are you talking about?”
He spanked me, one side, then the other. Harder. Then slid a finger inside my wet core. I groaned. Yes, that was what I needed. But his finger wasn’t long enough, or thick enough. I needed his cock.
He spanked me three times in a row, swift and hot with that one digit inside, not moving. Heat engulfed me. The sting morphed into warmth, fire. A glow that spread, made my pussy all but melt.
“Quinn,” I panted.
“What was your meeting about?”
“What?” I asked, frowning.