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fast. This is all too fast.”
    “No, Blue Eyes. I gave you an out. You didn’t take it. It’s too late for that now.” He pulled her jeans and panties down in one sweep. “Step up. Let’s get rid of these pants.”
    Obeying without question, she toed off her tennis shoes before kicking the jeans away. Again she tried to cover herself but he grabbed her hands and roughly placed them at her sides. “Leave them there.” His voice was hard, firm, and he felt his dominant nature continue to drive him on.
    “That hardly seems fair.” Her playful voice reemerged. He rejoiced at her easy capitulation to his controlling disposition. One look at her face convinced him she was more than ready for the ride he was about to take her on. “Here I am naked and you’re still fully dressed.”
    “I’ll take my clothes off soon enough. First, I want to look at you.”
    She protested and her hands rose.
    “If you move your hands again, Blue Eyes, I’ll tie them behind your back.”
    He wanted to crow when he watched her squeeze her thighs together at his threat. It was just as he’d suspected. His lively little secretary was a closet submissive and not at all opposed to a bit of kinky bed play. Twice now she’d responded to his threats. It was clear she wouldn’t resist light bondage or a sensual spanking.
    Groaning inwardly, his already-too-tight jeans constricted around his rock-hard erection even more. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman more than Carly in his entire life. Yearnings he’d refused to set loose in years were suddenly chomping at the bit, ready to be given free rein.
    For a split second he wished Night were here with them. Jolted by the thought, he tried to cast it aside but in his mind’s eye he could see Night standing behind her, holding her lovely large breasts up to his mouth, feeding her tight, hard nipples to him. He shook the thought away.
    Sitting on her bed, he patted his lap, beckoning her. “Come here, sweetheart. I think I promised you a lesson.”
    She moved slowly forward before stopping in front of him, looking uncertain. He offered no reprieve as he surprised her by quickly pulling her down and cradled her on his lap. He captured her head in his hands and kissed her once more, lighter this time, slower, more thoroughly.
    When he sensed her acquiescence to his gentle kisses, he changed the pace, gripping her upper arm and tugging her until she was facedown over his lap.
    Before she could respond, he lightly smacked her bare bottom.
    “Hey,” she squeaked in protest, but he merely struck her again. Three quick slaps followed as she squirmed.
    “This will go a lot easier if you don’t fight me.” His calloused hand rubbed lightly on her now-reddened cheeks. “I told you earlier you would earn a punishment with your self-deprecating comments. You didn’t disappoint me.” With that, he spanked her twice more.
    “God, Jon, yes!” His actions were turning her on—she started to anticipate his slaps and move into them. Slowly he moved his hand to the slit between her legs, sliding a finger through the undeniable proof.
    “You’re so hot and wet, baby. A man could swim in there.” Her entire body shivered at his touch.
    “Please…” Her hips moved toward his touch, silently begging for more.
    “Not yet.” He planted another light pat on her rear end. “Does this feel like friendship, Carly?” His fingers moved back to her drenched passage, teasing her with light touches.
    “No.”
    “Do you still think you’re undesirable?”
    “No.” She whimpered as he ran a light finger over he clit, stroking it.
    “Is this passion?” He refused to let her continue to think of herself as a woman who couldn’t drive a man to lust. Driving a finger into her hot, wet warmth, he repeated the question. “Is this passion?”
    “Yes.” She hissed the word at him as an orgasm ripped through her quivering body. He felt her inner muscles grip his finger and he was amazed at her