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him how important it was!
    "I'm not signing any paper,” I said acidly. “ Unless it's my god damn resignation."
    "I s that right?" His voice was tight with anger of his own. "You'll quit because I dared to defy you? Because I did what was best for you?"
    "No I'll quit because you don't respect me," I spat. "Because in this building, in my career, I am not your submissive." I shook my head with disgust. Why was I even bothering? "You have a lot of nerve, Jacob Whitmore."
    The controlled tone in his voice was fading as his volume increased. "God damn it, Leila why are you fighting me on this? You know you'd be great at it. You'd rather trail around with me writing memos and getting coffee instead of living your dream? Toil in the trenches just so you can say you've earned your stripes?"
    "Damn skippy !"
    He let out a groan of frustration that tore into my ear and I held the phone a few inches away but didn't give in. I'd give him anyt hing, but not this.
    "I'm coming to the office," he said finally. "We'll finish this discussion face to face."
    "If you think you'll wear me down you're in for a rude awakening,” I said stubbornly.
    "We'll see, Miss Montgomery," he said with finality. "We'll see."

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    T he office door swung open, a thunderclap echoing through the room as it collided with the wall. Jacob was dressed to kill, but his annoyance peeked out from behind his signature cool.
    I marched to the desk where the manila folder glared up at me. I was going to toss it in his face, but two muscled Armani clad arms circled me.
    Jacob pulled the folder from my hand and toss ed it aside. "We don't need that."
    "But-" Betraying tingles sparked between my legs. "I need to talk to you about-" I sighed in defeat as his fingers found the buttons of my blouse.
    "Later." His hand slid inside the silk fabric and across my abdomen, pulling me back against his chest. I felt the curve of his erection pressing into me. "You see what you do to me?"
    "Ja cob-" It wasn't an admonishment, but a whispered plea. He knew very well that I couldn't think, couldn't breathe when he was so close. Not when there were only a few slips of clothing that separated me from him.
    He forced me forward, bending me over the desk. I could still feel his raging desire and when I tried to use a hand to hike up my skirt he clucked his hand with disapproval. "No, Leila. Not yet."
    "Not yet?" I said in a tiny voice, frustrated that I was whining and so willingly forgot how pissed I was with him. Frustrated that I wanted him to take me so bad that it hurt.
    "Not yet," he said again, his deep voice hypnotic. "Though to be honest, I want nothing more than to plow inside you right now." His hand gripped my hips, sending a pang of pain, of pleasure, to join the chorus of other emotions he evoked. "But you'd enjoy that. And right now, for that little display earlier, you deserve punishment."
    It was beautifully terrifying how that word could make me hot. "How will you punish me, Sir?"
    The deep groan he let out made me smile. He loved it when I was headstrong, and doubly so when I submitted. The hand on my hip rounded the curve of my bottom. My answer was a resounding 'smack' and the firework of discomfort that accompanied it.
    He leaned forward, his muscular body pressing mine into the desk. "Why am I spanking you?"
    I drew a shaky breath, a second, a third when I felt him thumping against me. "Because I've been bad."
    "And what happens to bad girls?"
    My eyes rolled back in my head as he began rocking his hips forward, teasing me. "They're punished."
    "That’s right." He stood upright, taking all the air from my lungs with him. I was hollow without him, missing the feel of him so much it made me shake. Relax, Lay. Soon you'll feel his hand again and you’ll regret it.
    " I want you to count, understood?"
    I licked my lips and braced myself. "Yes sir."
    His hand whistled as it sliced toward my bottom. I gasped when it collided, swallowing before I said, "One."
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