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"Are you seriously asking me why I prefer to take you to my bedroom to fuck you there rather than lay you over my desk and did the same?”
“Yes?”
"You are naughtly little elf, Miss Blackthorn.”
"Juniper," I corrected.
"Juniper.” Zander pressed a kiss to my temple. "I don't want to fuck you over my desk because if I do, all, every time I walk into my office I’ll remeber what you looked like, tasted like, hanging there as I broke us both. I don't think I’d get work done ever again."
"You talk like this will be an ongoing thing, not a Christmas fling." The words jammed in my throat, quite sensibly, but I shoved them out anyway. In for a penny, right? Or maybe a candy cane.
“Really? I offer you a permanent contract of employment and you wonder if this is going to be a Christmas fling? Do you seriously think I'd be able to concentrate, knowing your ass is not in my office after I've had my cock inside your sweet little pussy?" One perfectly arched eyebrow raised mockingly my direction.
My face flamed. I shook my head, biting my lips. He used vulgar language for shock value, but around him...I felt so out of my league. Zander Klauss was incredibly smart. Plus being one of the richest men I've ever come in contact with offered no little intimidation factor, even if I pretended otherwise.
The sharp angles of his face flickered as he slowed his stride. He kicked open the door and dipped his head to enter the room. The space was massive, three times the size of his office, which was small for a billionaire, even if the room looked like a floor to ceiling glass fish bowl. His bedroom was the same, just bigger. Dark ebony flooring stood in contrast to the ginormous bed—for one—covered in puffy white pillows and a fluffy quilt that looked like it could be made of cloud.
"Stop worrying, little elf." He spoke gently against my mouth, the need in him held tightly at bay. Smart, sexy, and a master of control and apparently orgasms. Could I swoon yet? Zander spoke against my mouth. "You're welcome to see the rest of my home whenever you want."
My heart squeezed a little of that, my mind still wondering what I've done to earn his attention like this. "Are you that starved for company that you take on the first girl that comes to you?"
"I don't remember you offering yourself at my desk, Miss Blackthorne." He smacked my ass again and this time I moaned.
"That's better." He lowered me slowly to the bed, flicking the buttons of my shirt open.
I stared at him, wetting my lips with my tongue as he worked the buttons on his own clothes. The material fell away, revealing deep lines and muscular planes. Heavy shadows gave depth to the valleys in between.
Zander Klauss was absolutely glorious.
He ran his thumb across his belt, flicking it open with one hand as he stared down at me. It came loose, and he threw it on the corner of the bed. The rest of his clothes were discarded on the floor. I tried to keep my attention on him, but my eyes kept flicking back to that belt, remembering the way he’d run his thumb along it. Heat coiled low in my belly. I slid a hand over my stomach, needing to press my fingers to my clit or I’d explode.
Zander caught the movement with a shake of his head and held a hand up, stalling me. "Turn over.”
I rolled over onto my front, my heart pounding as he slipped a pillow beneath my stomach, lifting my knees slightly into a pyramid shape. A broad hand splayed across my shoulder bones, pressing my cheek into that into the soft bedding.
My ass swayed in the air as he ran his fingers lightly over the imprint of each smack from before, and now he matched them on the other side. Exposed and restless, I shivered, moaning softly into his quilt. Zander traced the lace where it disappeared between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy, stroking over the engorged flesh. "I'll get you a new one."
His words only had a moment to register before he ripped sharply at the material. Elastic snapped, slapping against my tailbone. Then my skin was bare and his hands rained down on my ass in a controlled flurry until I was crying and moaning at the same time.
Zander trailed his fingers languidly through my hair, tugging my head back, and his mouth grazed over mine in a deep kiss that left me gushing, or maybe that had been his spanking.
"Tell me when it gets too much."
