Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
But Brick doesn’t sound like he’s acting. This sounds real.
“Who, me?” I purr.
He releases my hand and circles me.
“See something you like?” I ask. I sense his gaze sweeping over me. My backside tingles.
“I told you not to wear those dresses.”
I rest a hand next to my cleavage. “This old thing?” I let my head fall back as I caress the bare skin between my breasts. “It’s well within the dress code. According to HR.”
“But not according to me.” His growl makes my body buzz. He’s right behind me, breathing down my neck. “You disobeyed a direct order.”
I lick my lips. “What are you going to do about it? Sir?”
“This insubordination has gone on long enough.” He grabs the chair and pulls it away from the desk. “You’ve been a bad girl, and your ass is going to pay.” He grips my arm and whirls me around so fast I don’t know what’s happening until I end up bent over the desk, cheek and palms to the wood. He steadies me with a firm but gentle hand.
I’m so turned on, it hurts.
His palm cups my bottom, and I know he’s planning to spank me over my clothes. He has no idea what sort of panties I’m wearing–if I’m wearing any at all. My costume change threw him, and his displeasure is real.
Just as I anticipated.
I reach back with both hands and tug on the tight dress, letting the fabric slide over my hips. I’m wearing a bodysuit. It’s as modest as a one-piece bathing suit, but it’s a pale beige that matches my skin tone, so it gives the illusion that I’m bare-assed to any viewer who isn’t up close.
Above me, Brick breathes heavily. “You’re in deep trouble, now.” He steps close and sets a hand on the small of my back. His dick brushes my backside. “I’m going to show you who’s boss.”
Brick
I stand over my mate, allowing myself a moment to enjoy the sight of her bent over with her ass in the air. Her straight legs in her stilettos give her extra inches that push her bottom up. And the way she slides the dress up, revealing her skin one slow centimeter at a time… I want to tear off her dress and devour her.
Fuck the audience. Fuck all this posing for Thaddeus. I want to be balls deep in my mate. I’ll ride her until her dress is in shreds and she’s limp with pleasure and then bare her shoulder and mark her all over again. My fangs are slick and ready, and my wolf agrees.
I clamp a hand down on her neck, pinning her. She loves to be restrained, and I want her to feel my dominance.
Her hair’s tousled over her face, but I catch a slight curve to her lips. She’s enjoying this.
I let my free hand crash down onto her rear. A gasp flies from Madi’s lips, and she rushes to brace herself against the desk. I spank her again, just as hard, letting her feel the edge of my displeasure. She planned this. She baited me in the dressing room and then wore this dress to push me over the edge. And it worked–focusing me on the game we’re playing. Not the game of vampire-shifter politics, but the game between us.
Without a word, she’s reminded me of the only thing that matters. Our passion. Our love.
The club and the audience fades away. We might as well be the only two people in the world right now. I don’t care about the stage or anyone beyond the circle of spotlights.
Madi’s scent blooms between us, ripe and ready. I’m going to give my mate what she needs and more.
My first strikes were a warning. Now I pepper her skin with careful smacks, making sure to cover every inch of her luscious bottom. Her nude bodysuit covers her sex, but must look salacious to anyone watching, and for that, I intend to turn any exposed skin red.
I finish warming up and return to spanking her hard enough to make my palm tingle. Her ass cheeks are mottled pink. I clap a hand down harder, and she hisses and lets out a throaty moan. But she doesn’t break position or signal that she needs a break. Her eyes flutter closed.
A few more minutes of spanking, and she’ll be well into subspace. My chest swells with the knowledge that she’d trust me this much, that even here, in precarious territory, she can let go.
“You love to tease me, don’t you?” I punctuate my words with an echoing smack to the tender spot under her right buttock. “Strutting around here in these tight dresses. Completely inappropriate workplace attire.” Her right side is red, so I attend to the left. “Tempting me. Who’s in charge around here, little girl?”
“You are.” Her voice is breathy and delicious.