Page 40 of Kelsey's Keeper


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“What’s this get-up you’re wearing?” He pointed at her outfit, wagging his finger up and down. “Did you come here straight from waiting tables or something?”

Her cheeks flushed pink at that. “How come you’re not answering my calls? Or my texts? I’ve been calling you all day long.”

“I had no idea.” It was a lie, of course; his phone had been buzzing all day long, but he wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. He suspected she wasn’t used to this, a man who didn’t drop whatever he was doing to answer her, to be there at her beck and call. Literally.

“And why should I have answered your calls and texts? I’ve been working, Kelsey. That’s the thing I do that makes me money during the day. It’s called a job.” He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her. “Is that why you came storming into my office today? Because I didn’t drop whatever I was doing, and pick up the phone?”

“Well, that’s not what I mean…” Her voice, so firm when she first arrived, had faltered just the slightest bit. “I just… you said we were going to talk today.”

“I did say that.” He turned in his chair, and rose to his feet. She took a small step back as he did it. He didn’t really understand why it turned him on, but it most certainly did.

Are you getting off on the fact that you’re intimidating her?

He didn’t really want to answer that question, because to be honest about that didn’t make him look like such a good guy after all. But at that moment, he was beyond caring about such things. What he was concerned about was the fact that Kelsey seemed to misunderstand the situation, misreading the dynamic between them—if there was one.

And it was time to straighten her out.

He strolled around his desk, gripping the edge as he leaned his ass against the front of it. He drummed his fingers along the wood, staring her down. “Well, since you’re here, let’s talk. First thing—you seem to be making a bad habit of showing up at my office without warning me. That ends today. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she murmured, having the good grace to realize she’d been rude. “I’m… I’m sorry, I know that’s… not okay.”

“Second—you’re going to have to understand that you’re not dealing with some stupid little boy, some kid you can wrap around your finger and manipulate. When I said we would talk today, I meant it. But it was going to be when I was ready to talk to you. I do things on my time, not yours. Do you understand me?”

She almost gasped at that, but nodded anyway. “I… I guess so.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He glanced back over his shoulder, pointedly, then locked eyes with her once again. “You are going to bend over this desk, and take down those pants. Do you understand me?”

She made a tiny sound in her throat, her fingers visibly trembling despite her defiant stance, her arms crossed over her chest. He wondered for a moment if she would actually disobey him, and in turn he pondered if he even wanted her to obey him. He had to think about that one later.

“I’m waiting, Kelsey. You’re going to be spanked today for your unacceptable behavior. It’s what happens in any relationship with me.” He winced right after he said it, realizing the implication was one he hadn’t intended. But it was too late to take it back.

Shockingly, she actually approached the desk, her big eyes watching him the entire time as if to ensure that as long as she kept close tabs on him, he wouldn’t pounce upon her like some predator.

She was only half right.

“I… do we really have to do this? I mean, it was just a mistake. I won’t do it again.”

“Yes, we do have to do this. This is a learning opportunity for you, Kelsey, and I’m not about to pass it up. Next time you feel like barging into someone’s office, you’ll remember how your ass is going to feel in the next few minutes.” He jerked a thumb toward his desk, leveling a glare her. “Now, get your ass over that desk.”

Her entire body seemed to tremble as she folded herself over it, her bottom sticking out much too enticingly. The urge to squeeze it, to caress it, to enjoy it, was overwhelming. But that wasn’t at all what he had to do at that moment. This was about boundaries and discipline, and if he were very lucky, showing Kelsey that she was barking up the wrong tree here. Perhaps this little lesson in behavioral management would get the silly girl to finally see some sense. That her infatuation with him was nothing more than a temporary, if intense, diversion.

He pushed himself away from the desk, moving around to stand directly behind her. From this vantage point, even in her slacks, he got to see once again just how well fleshed her bottom really was. For someone as slender and fit as Kelsey Burke was, she had a surprisingly juicy, round ass. One that practically made for what he was about to give it.

What you want to give her ass is a lot more than a spanking, and you know it. This is not a good idea, Max.

It seemed of late that she had him doing all sorts of things that weren’t exactly the best idea.

“Take your pants down, Kelsey.”

He waited for her for a heartbeat, then another, his eyes fixed upon the broadness of her hips, the lushness of her thighs hinted at even in the dark slacks.

Her hands reached back, then hooked into the waistband of the slacks. She wiggled her hips adorably as she worked her pants down, revealing white lace boy shorts.

“Panties too, girl.” His cock was already throbbing, pressing hard against the zipper of his own pants, and yet it almost irritated him. This wasn’t about getting his rocks off. This was about trying to dissuade this silly girl from doing something even dumber than she’d already done.

He just wondered if he had the strength to go through with it.

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