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“Oh, wow,” Eve said, taking in the single room that made up this floor. “It reminds me of the study at the Manor.” Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined most walls, the wood stained a dark brown. A large antique desk and rolling chair sat in one corner. In the center of the room, a brown leather loveseat and four overstuffed armchairs had been arranged in a circle with reading lamps at the corners of the space.

The only difference was the books. At the Manor, the shelves were lined with expensive, leather-bound volumes, obviously chosen for looks more than subject matter. But this place looked to be as well stocked as any indie bookstore, with a colorful variety of paperbacks and hardcovers filling every shelf. Spines were bent and dustjackets torn. Mismatched bookmarks stuck out of several of the volumes—books someone intended to finish on a later visit, but never got around to.

“I had Aiden design the study after this room,” Jonathan admitted. “A little piece of home, even though I was so far away.”

She walked over to the wall of windows. “You’re far more sentimental than I ever would’ve guessed,” she said, smiling as she looked outside. Sunlight streamed through the rare holes in the canopy, hitting the forest floor in occasional patches. It looked like a place out of a fairy tale.

With a self-conscious chuckle, he said, “Don’t be too impressed. Every single one of us has fucked our fair share of guests in that room.”

Laughing, she turned to face him. “Yeah, that kind of kills the home-sweet-home vibe a little bit.” Good lord, he looked delicious. Even after a day of travelling, he looked ready to walk down a runway, his suit immaculate, every strand of hair in place. She cocked her head to one side. “You in the mood to desecrate this version of the room, too?”

Heat flashed in his eyes.

Eve and Jonathan started moving at the exact same time, colliding in the center of the room, mouths crushing together, hands grasping.

Gripping her ass in both hands, Jonathan lifted her, supporting her weight as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He didn’t break the kiss for even a moment as he strode over to the desk, lowering her onto the surface. A pile of books tumbled loudly onto the floor, but they both ignored it.

“I want to see you,” she said, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, their breath mingling. “All of you.”

She’d seen him naked once before, when she watched him with a guest out by the pool. But he hadn’t been hers then. She wanted to touch him, learn every single inch of him.

When she started tugging at his tie, his hands wrapped around her wrists, stopping her. “If you want me naked,” he said, a delicious edge to his voice, “you’re going to have to earn it.”

Digging her heels into his ass, she pushed him into her, grinding herself against the bulge of his cock. “Please, Sir?”

Jonathan drew in a sharp breath, but his eyes remained determined. Burying a hand in her hair, he pulled hard enough to make her gasp. “Naughty little girls get punished.” He bent to kiss and lick his way along her arched throat. “Is that what you want?” he murmured against her skin.

“No, Sir.” The words came out with an involuntary moan.

“Then be good.” Releasing her, he walked around the desk, sitting in the leather rolling chair with his legs spread wide. He watched her with hooded eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “Take off your clothes for me. If you want to see all of me, I’m going to see all of you first.”

The command in his tone made her empty pussy clench with need. Breath coming a little too fast, she started to strip, gripping the hem of her emerald-green shirt and lifting it slowly up over her head.

“Mmm,” Jonathan said, appreciation dripping from the sound. “I love your skin. So flawless. It makes me want to mark every inch of you.”

She shuddered, not able to hold back another small moan. Bending at the waist, she arched her back while she untied her boots, the image in her head of a ballet dancer, all perfect, graceful lines. In reality, she probably looked nothing like that, but the lust still filling Jonathan’s gaze when she straightened didn’t give that away.

Eve kicked her boots aside, glad she’d worn simple black socks today instead of her usual old, stained tube socks. She still couldn’t believe he’d peeled those things off her feet after a full day of work. It was a miracle he didn’t run from her screaming then and there.

Tossing the new socks toward the shoes, she took her time unbuttoning her jeans, letting her fingers slip below the waistband, teasing along the top of her panties.

Jonathan’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he demanded.

“No, Sir.” Her hand slid ever so slightly lower.

“Eve.” It was a warning. One she had no intention of heeding. Now that she knew what a punishment from Jonathan really meant, she didn’t fear him in the least.

Closing her eyes, she pushed her hand lower, brushing a single fingertip over her clit.

He made it back around the desk before she had a chance to do anything more. Wrenching her jeans down to mid-thigh, he pushed her forward until she bumped against the edge of the desk. He didn’t stop for even a second, forcing her to bend at the waist until her torso and cheek pressed against the smooth wood.

“What did I say about naughty girls?” he growled, gripping the back of her panties in one hand, yanking them down to just below the curve of her ass.

“They get punished, Sir.”

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Bay Sinclair is the author of ultra high-heat romance with broken girls, sexy Doms, and lots of heart. She writes contemporary romance —though she was one credit away from a history minor in college, and historical romances hold a special place in her heart. When she isn’t writing, she’s an avid foodie in search of the next great culinary adventure, and she drinks entirely too much green tea.

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