Page 5 of Finally, His

“Then choose,” he said. “Take your time. I don’t have another meeting for an hour.”

An hour.Did Colette want to be with Griffin Storm for an hour? Doing things to her with the pointer? Or the bamboo scratcher? No, she wanted him to spank her with the ruler until her ass was on fire, and then he’d …

A sound had come from his direction. He’d growled. Was it because her hand had found its way to the ruler? She’d been running her index finger up and down the edge without realizing it. He wanted her to pick this one, hadn’t he?

She lifted the cheap wooden stick, little black hash marks indicating inches.

He pushed off the wall and held out his hand, and she placed it in his open palm.

“And what should I do with this?” He lifted it high in his hand.

“Whatever you want.”

By how his lips quirked, he seemed pleased by her answer. She worked for herself, so it was easy to break for an hour—or two. In fact, she could spend a whole day with him if he wanted.

“Put this in your purse.” He handed her the ruler. “If you wish for me to guide you in this world—”

“I do.”

His face hardened but then softened. “I want you to think about what you want. But even more importantly, what you don’t want. I want a written list of things you do not consent to. Do you understand?”

He wanted her limits. “I can tell you now.” She could recite them that second or run home and retrieve the written list she’d completed years ago, which was safely hidden in a box under her bed …

He slowly shook his head and then rounded his desk. “One week. Then we’ll see.”

A whiny part of her squeaked loud in her soul. Seven days would also be an eternity.

“Okay.” Such an awful, do-nothing word, but it was the only one she had at the moment.

“See you then. Same day, same time.”

He was serious. A week? Was he kidding?

He stared down at his laptop screen. She’d been dismissed.

“Oh, and Colette.” He peered up at her. “Put the ruler on your nightstand. I want you to look at it every night, but you are not to use it on yourself.”

Oh, great. That was all she could think about now, how it might feel if she slapped her butt with it. She nodded in affirmation. Her imagination, however? That wouldn’t be contained.

“Bring it back to me next week, along with your limits list.”

“Will you use it then?” She promptly flushed from head to toe.

He chuckled, slapped his laptop shut, and dropped himself to his chair. “We’ll see.”

Her crotch, already burning with desire, fired like a kiln.

Colette pulled at the hem of her skirt at the rustle of paper as Griffin turned the page. He cleared his throat, peering up at her and then back down to the paper. What did he think of her limits list? Could she ask?

She’d spent all week revising and changing it—and ended up keeping her original one. Her libido—which was onfiresince he’d pressed that card into her hand at Accendos—was not a good judge around such matters. Her desire screamedyes, yes, yesto anything her mind conjured up.

At night, she’d wake from her dreams about Griffin with her hand between her legs.

During the day, her mind drifted to what he was doing—and if he wasdoinganyone.

She’d then start the process all over again—an endless cycle of thinking about him, wanting him.

The fact that he now fingered the ruler she’d returned to him and twirled it in his hand wasn’t helping stop the tide of desire. At all.

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