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Authors: Selena Kitt

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“People
who don’t.” She made a face. “Like Jason… and… what was her name?”

“Melissa.”

“I
bet she’s kicking herself now that you’re a big shot, rich billionaire.” She touched
her finger to his lips.

He
smiled. “I was a billionaire when I was with her.”

“Oh.”

“Did
you send Jason that photo?” he asked.

“I
did.” She was embarrassed to admit it, but she didn’t want to lie to him.

He
nodded, satisfied. “Then he’s just starting to realize what a terrible choice
he made.”

“He
sent me a hundred text messages.” She rolled her eyes. “I think he’s more than
started to realize.”

“You
know, you still owe me a selfie,” he reminded her, arm tightening around her
shoulders.

“Here?
In bed?” She raised her eyebrows and laughed. “That’s a little much, don’t you
think?”

“No,
not enough,” he countered, nuzzling her ear. “We’re going to take a selfie of
the two of us on a beach in Barbados.”

“What?”
Her head came up like a shot, eyes widening in shock. Barbados? She couldn’t go
to Barbados! She had work on Monday and…

And
what?
What did any of it matter? She could call in. And there was nothing
waiting for her at home, was there?

“You
said, my choice, when and where,” he reminded her with a grin. “But first, after
we sell your first edition Don Quixote for a cool million on Pawn Stars, I’m
going to take my new little lucky charm gambling. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

“Maybe.”

But
Jodie knew, sighing happily in Dorian’s arms, that there were no maybes about
it.

She
was on a roll.

The End

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Kelsey never dreamed her first job
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Still, she’s grateful to have any job at all, with the economy at a standstill,
and she consoles herself that she is, after all, an “executive” secretary to
one of the most powerful men in the country. Oliver Pierce turns out to be a
harsh taskmaster, and while her friends wonder how Kelsey got the job at all,
with such a thin resume, Kelsey doesn’t have to wonder. It becomes quite clear
very quickly that her lack of experience is exactly what Oliver Pierce was
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“Kelsey, do you have short-term
memory issues?” He leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie.

“N—no.” She could see where
this was going, of course, but was helpless to stop it.

He crooked his finger, motioning
her forward. “Then you do remember what I said about your wardrobe yesterday?”

She nodded, walking slowly toward
him, feeling like she was in a dream. This wasn’t happening. Couldn’t be
happening. Of course she remembered what he’d said. But surely one violation of
the office dress-code didn’t warrant anything more than a warning.

Another warning.

Certainly not anything so dire as
getting fired. Or worse.

A spanking?

“Did you read the dress code when I
hired you?” Oliver inquired as she stepped around to his side of the desk as he
indicated. He turned his chair toward her as she approached, her trembling
knees almost touching his. She just nodded her response, looking down at him.
“I must not have been specific enough, is that it?”

“I—I don’t…” Kelsey’s breath
caught when his hand cupped her knee in her striped stockings. His fingers
caught the fabric of her tights and pulled, letting them snap back into place.

“Striped stockings are not
allowed,” he reminded her. “Black, navy or nude only.”

“Oh.” Of course she knew—but
maybe if she played dumb? His hand was still on her knee. No, her thigh. Oh
that felt nice. His hands were big, covering a lot of area.

“Do you know why?” His hand was
definitely on her thigh. Nowhere near her knee anymore. She shook her head,
making a little noise in her throat that she hoped might pass as an answer.
“Distractions, Kelsey.”

Oh it was distracting indeed. Very
distracting.

“There’s a natural polarity between
the masculine and feminine, no matter their circumstances. Did you know that?”

She swallowed, nodding.

“Men and women—we’re like
magnets, drawn together. It’s inevitable really.” His hand was on her inner
thigh, slowly kneading her flesh. Kelsey could barely keep her breathing under
control, trying not to show how excited she was, hoping he didn’t notice her
knees quivering.

“It’s hard enough for men and women
to work together, side by side every day, without distractions like these.” His
hand moved lower, lightly stroking the back of her knee. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She understood now,
without a doubt, even if she hadn’t before.

He looked up and met her eyes, his
expression unreadable. “Take them off.”

“Sir?” she breathed. He wasn’t
serious. He couldn’t be.

“Take them off.” He leaned back in
his chair, looking annoyed that he had to repeat himself, crossing his feet at
the ankles, his arms over his chest.

Kelsey blinked, a part of her
screaming that she should run straight to human resources and report this, but
her hands moved to her hemline, trying to negotiate a way of taking her striped
stockings off without having to pull her skirt up, and she couldn’t think of
one.

If the thought of being spanked
over his desk had been humiliating, this was far worse. Now she had to face
him, watch the corner of his mouth twitch, almost a smile, as she realized she
couldn’t do this without hefting her skirt up to hook her thumbs into the
elastic tops of her tights.

Maybe he’s making you take them
off so he can spank you?

The thought was horrifying. And
exciting beyond words.

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