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He stops right in front of me, his eyes pressing down upon me. “Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”
When I meet Ben’s eyes, suddenly I find my courage. It’s just us. It’s the moment in his apartment that I was looking for. It’s the dream I’ve had every night for over a week.
Benjamin is the first, last, and only thing in my spank bank.
I start tugging on the buttons of my shirt, freeing them one at a time. Soon, my sleeves loosen, and then I let the shirt slip down my shoulders. It drops to the floor so softly, I don’t hear it.
I lift a defiant eyebrow. “Satisfied?”
“Oh, I’m not done with you,” he growls. “I’m far, far, far from being done with you.” He begins slowly circling around me once again, his eyes running down my body like a set of invasive hands. “Mmm-mmm-mmm,” he groans, surveying every inch of me. “You got a lot of nerve, intern.”
“Nerve?”
“To wear pants like that in my presence.” He comes to a stop behind me and slaps my ass so hard, I suppress a shout. I swear, he spanks me so hard that my ass spanks him back. “So tight. So cruel and inviting. You deserved that spank.”
I don’t care at all what’s happening outside this office. I don’t care what anyone can hear through the glass or the door. Let them hear Ben swat my tight ass. “I deserved that spank.”
“How dare you wear those pants to work all week,” he growls, coming back around to my front. I don’t move a muscle. “You did it on purpose, knowing how much it tortures me to see your firm, cute ass in them. I can count your ass cheeks.”
“Spoiler alert: everyone has two.”
For that lip, he hooks a finger into the front of my pants and pulls me as he moves backwards, bringing me right up to the front of his desk. Then he steps aside and bends me over the edge of his desk with such quick, unexpected force that I grunt and fling out my hands to support myself.
He comes up behind me, his crotch pressing against my ass. I feel his hardness through the material. It feels like we’re not even wearing anything, for as defined as his cock is and, apparently, as much “separation” as my pants are giving my ass cheeks.
It’s not lost on me that he’s moving his hips, too. It’s driving me crazy, the way he’s slowly grinding himself against my butt.
“You’re being a bad boy,” he whispers, and just the sound of his breathy words fills the whole room. “These pants are very, very bad. And they’ve got to go.”
I have no idea when or how he unbuckled my belt or undid the buttons to my pants, but when he grips them, he pulls so hard that they fall straight down my thighs and pool at my feet.
And my underwear goes right with them.
His fingers grabbed it all.
The nervousness has returned, filling my chest with fear, and my ears with my ringing pulse. “B-Ben …”
“Someone could come in?” he asks, positing my fears. “You’re basically naked, totally exposed and bent over my desk, and you think someone is going to have the audacity to stroll right into my office?” He humps my butt again, except this time I really feel him now. Ben slaps his hands on the desk, one on either side of me, then leans in to bring his lips to my ear. “Does it turn you on?”
My answer surprises me to the core. “Y-Yes.”
“You like the excitement, don’t you? You’re a thrill junkie, just like me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“This makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt before?” He gives my earlobe a tiny, teasing nip. “Being bent over for me is fulfilling hot fantasies you didn’t even know you had? Smelling the oaky wood of my desk? Enjoying my big bulge against your sweet ass? Feeling my every word crash over your ear right now and making you shiver with need?”
“G-God, yes,” I breathe, my voice quivering.
“I have some good news … and some bad news for you.” He kisses my ear, sending chills down my neck. Then he starts to kiss a line down my back as he speaks. “The good news is, what I’m about to do to you is going to feel very, very good.”
I moan, gripping the desk tightly. He is totally undoing me bit by bit, kiss by kiss, as he makes his way slowly down my back.
“The bad news is,” he murmurs, kissing the small of my back, “you will have a very, very difficult time keeping quiet.”
My body clenches and my eyes go wide. My mind races with all the possibilities. This can’t be how he takes my virginity, can it? He wouldn’t dare take it from me like this—bent over his desk, deprived of dignity, stripped of all my clothes, and exposed to the cold office air.
