Page 12 of Property of my Boss

I growl low and stand over her, my chest tight, my cock swelling. “That’s an inappropriate question to ask your boss, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” she sighs and stares up at me, blinking slowly, “but I want to know the answer. How long has it been since anyone’s touched you? Wouldn’t it feel good to release?”

This is the sheriff’s fucking sister! The same sheriff that’s trying to bring me down! The same sheriff that’s been hunting me since Kade disappeared!

Tilly is doing this on purpose. She’s trying to weasel her way in with fake muffins and sex appeal. I’m better than that. I’m fucking better than that!

My cock pulses again as the beast inside of me begins to claw at my resolve. “You’re fucking around, princess. You’re gonna find out.”

“Maybe I want to find out.” She grins. “Maybe I thought about what you’d feel like all night long. Maybe I touched myself to the fantasy of it all, moaning and panting in the employee bathroom as I rubbed one out, the thought of your rough hands on my skin.”

Fuck! “You’re aching for a punishment.”

“Punishment?” She flicks her gaze up to mine, her lips drawing open for a moment before she finds the words. “I dare you.”

Cock pulsing, heart pumping, chest tight, I grip her wrist and turn her back, bending her over the side of the desk, my palm flat against her round, buoyant ass with a hard smack, and then another. I’m out of control, spanking her ass while my cock’s hard, desperate to tear these jeans off and thrust into her, to feel how wet I’ve made her… but this isn’t real. This is a game. A game she’s playing very well. A game I’m falling victim to.

I haul my palm back to smack her ass one last time, though my better judgment catches me. Jaw tight, I let go of her wrist and turn away with a growl. “Now sit in that chair and get your work done.”

She twists back toward me, her jaw dropped, her eyes wide. “That’s all you’ve got?”

“Oh, princess, you don’t want all I’ve got. Get back to work.” I’ve barely finished my sentence when Atlas radio’s in with a call from the trail.

“We’ve got a hiker down here with a broken leg. Call for an ambulance.”

Shit.

Without direction or another word, Tilly stands from the desk and grabs the first aid kit next to the coffee maker. “You call for the ambulance, and I’ll go down the trail to triage. Where are the keys to your truck?”

“No. I didn’t hire you to triage. You’re here to watch the front desk.”

Her eyes widen as she glares toward me. “But there’s a hiker on the trail that needs help. I’ve been trained in emergency situations. I’m going to assess the damage and stabilize him before the ambulance gets here. You really want someone to suffer until then?”

Fuck.

“Let’s go,” I groan, grabbing the keys from the desk as I call 911, Tilly’s punishment for this act of defiance already rattling around in my head.

Chapter Six

Tilly

My ass hurts and I’m pretty sure if I ran to the bathroom and yanked down my jeans, there’d still be a red mark where Tucker’s hand landed on the right side of my butt cheek.

Normally, I’d be repulsed by this type of gross, barbaric behavior, yet right now, I’d love to see the marks he left on my body. I’d love to see them and beg for more.

God, this is supposed to be pretend. I’m not supposed to want him. I’m not supposed to fantasize about him bending me over the desk again to wallop my ass like a heathen. My thighs aren’t supposed to ache at the thought of him spreading me wide and filling me up.

I drag in a deep breath, clutching the bag I packed tight against my chest as we bump over the divots in the dirt road out toward the trail where pine and aspen dot the roadway. I have no idea how the ambulance is going to get back here. I’m thinking this is going to be a carry-out job, which could be very stressful for the patient, depending on the extent of their fall.

“After we help this hiker,” Tucker groans, “I need your attitude to change.”

“What?” I gasp and glance toward him like he’s crazy. “My attitude?”

“Yes,” he groans, shifting gears as we bump over another lump in the road. “I’m tired of you playing dumb. We both know why you’re here. How about you just ask me what you want to ask, I’ll tell you what I know, and we’ll both move on?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I chide, thighs clenched together as I lie.

“Right,” he laughs under his breath, “and all that stuff you said about touching yourself at work while you thought of me, I suppose that’s all true too?”