Chapter 36
“Come here,” he murmured darkly, beckoning me with a crooked finger, a magnetic pull that sent shivers down my spine.
I moved forward, my heart racing with each step that brought me face-to-face with him. His gaze, those intense gray depths, seared into me, igniting a wildfire of desire I couldn’t ignore. I knew this was wrong-he was my boss, after all, and so much older than me-but in that heated moment, logic flew out the window.
There was one thing I wanted,
I craved his touch. I yearned for him to take me, to make me beg for more like he had not long ago. I longed for that delicious feeling of his c**k filling me up, stretching me until I felt ready to burst, his hands tangling in my hair, commanding me to reach that peak.
I lowered my eyes, squeezing my thighs together, aware of the heat radiating from his gaze. It was like a brand upon my skin.
“Here,” he growled, nodding toward his lap.
I gasped. “Carter?”
“Here,” he reiterated, his eyes flickering with dark intensity as he spat the word out, each syllable thick with promise.
And despite every ounce of reason telling me to run, I nodded. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I couldn’t help but react to the inappropriate rush of wetness between my legs.
“Yes, Carter,” I whispered, slowly kneeling, crawling across his lap as if entranced.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt his body against mine-his powerful thighs hidden beneath expensive fabric, the smooth texture brushing tantalizingly against my breasts. I whimpered as his hands glided over my skin, positioning me just where he wanted, blushing fiercely as he gripped my hips, my panty-clad a** elevated.
My breath quickened, heat flooding my cheeks, a surge of desire throbbing between my
* Van quickeneu, neat noong my cheeks, a stinge viuesire nooding between my legs at this insanity unfolding. Part of me screamed this was madness, yet another part
Garker, desperate part-was powerless to defy him.
In’t want to defy him.
“Yon were late, Ms. Winley,” he growled deep, his palm gliding along the curve of my
Yes, Carter, I was,” I admitted, the thrill of his words licking at my spine..
“Bad girls deserve punishment.”
Amod escaped me, followed immediately by a gasp as he delivered a light smack to my
Savithe commanded, voice low and dangerous.
“I was a bad girl!” I gasped, biting my lip as the unmistakable outline of his hardness pressed against my stomach.
and bad girls,” he murmured, leaning closer, “get punished.”
without warning, his hand fell again, a sharper swat that made me yelp, the sensation electric against my skin. He followed up with another strike, then a third-each one. pressing me further down, pushing me against his unyielding c**k as I squirmed in response, the heat pooling in my core.
Finally, his hand slowed, lingering to stroke the heated skin.
You may stand, Ms. Winley.”
Ping, a flush of heat enveloping me, I slowly extracted myself from the haze of arousal and realized just how deeply entangled I had become. I stood, still quaking
from the encounter.
Carter rose after me, towering with a presence that was both domineering and
wicating, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
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“Ms. Winley,” he said, voice gravelly.
I nodded, trying to catch my breath.
“Look at me.
With one trembling inhale, I met his gaze, feeling the gravity of his stare anchor me in place.
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“Ms. Winley, this job…” he stalled, looking away, frustration knitting his brow. “What we just did…”
“I’m sorry, Carter,” I rushed, my heart racing. “That isn’t who I am
“Do not interrupt me,” he cut in sharply.
My mouth snapped shut, the words dissolving on my lips.
“I feel that our previous encounter may… complicate this working relationship,” he continued, voice heavy with unspoken implications. “It may color the position itself.”
I stared at the floor, anxiety gripping me. This was it. My heart pounded, ready for the words that would lead to my dismissal-something that, honestly, would be for the best
“It’s still available to you.”
My head jerked up.
“However,” he said, his hand rising to cradle my jaw, his eyes ablaze. “What happened before will indeed affect our relationship and the very nature of this position.” His jaw set tight. “Did you enjoy what just happened here?”
I nodded, feeling an undeniable thrill run through me.
‘Answer truthfully.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my body still tingling from the aftermath of his touch. “Yes, Carter.”
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chance to walk away. Decide now. After this. His gaze pierced through mine. “You’re
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My body shivered at his words, desire pooling low in my belly as a blush raced over my skin, my heart dancing with the thrill of the unknown.
“Have I made myself clear?”
I knew the rational choice. I should’ve nabbed my clothes and fled.
Yet something inside me held back, an instinctual, primal need compelling me to stay. There was a dark, untamed part of me, eager to see where this path would lead.
“You have, Carter,” I replied softly, the weight of my choice settling in.
“Last chance, Ms. Winley,” he warned tightly. “Everything changes after this.”
“I accept the position, Carter,” I said without a moment’s hesitation.
His eyes sparkled, his grip tightening on my jaw like a vice, and for a fleeting second, I thought-no, I hoped-he’d devour me right there and then.
But just as suddenly, he took a breath, releasing me. He stepped back, creating space. “Very well. You’ll begin immediately. Nash will help you settle in.”
As he turned away, I frowned. “Should I… I mean, should I go back to my dorm to pack?”
Carter smiled over his shoulder. “No, Ms. Winley. You are now my employee, and you will be staying here.”
“What about my clothes?” I asked, anxiety creeping in.
“They will be provided,” he stated with finality.
I swallowed hard. “What if I need to tell someone I won’t be back?”
It was an empty concern; my roommate had already left for winter break, and I hadn’t
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I swallowed hard. “What if I need to tell someone I won’t be back?”
It was an empty concern; my roommate had already left for winter break, and I hadn’t really connected with anyone in ages, thanks to my workload.
Carter frowned, his voice serious. “Is there someone you need to speak with?”
I shrugged, suddenly feeling the weight of uncertainty. “I don’t know. What if I had a boyfriend or something?”
My heart raced as he closed the distance, fingers wrapping around my throat and slipping into my hair, a fierce grip. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he growled, his expression a mix of fury and possessiveness.
I shook my head, heart hammering against my ribs. “No,” I stuttered. “No, I don’t.”
His face relaxed slightly. “Good.” He released me, taking another measured breath before stepping away. “Then that settles that
He turned toward the door, pausing with his hand on the k**b, casting a final glance back at me. “Welcome to my home, Ms. Winley. Nash will show you to your rooms when you’re ready.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving me panting, my heart racing, still reeling from the dizzying twist of fate that had just unfolded. Why had I agreed to this?