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In His Office: A Billionaire Boss Romance by Sara Fields

I told him this was just professional. Then he tore off my panties.

When I walked into his office for the first time, I planned to make sure Hunter Blackwater knew I wasn’t the kind of girl who would let her gorgeous billionaire boss bend her over his desk.

But by the end of the day, I was on my knees showing him what a good girl I could be.

He dropped me off at my place that evening wet and well-used, with my ass bright red and his seed still dripping down my thighs, but the next day he brought me home with him instead.

That’s when I knew I wasn’t just his little slut.

I was his forever.

Publisher’s Note: In His Office is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Sara Fields

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99

Length: 66,400 words


“These panties are so very pretty, Miss Davis.”

“Thank you,” I replied quietly, my face burning up with embarrassment.

“They’re going to look even prettier around your knees,” he continued, and my breathing stuttered as his fingers flicked beneath the thick white hem of my underwear. Carefully, he pulled them down and kicked my legs open wide enough so that I felt the elastic waistband dig into my thighs.

I wailed, turning my head to look back at him, while knowing that all my naughty bits were on obscene display. Almost like he wanted it to truly sink in, he took a step back and just looked at me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he praised, and a warm feeling sprang to life at his words. I didn’t understand why, but he made me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world. All of the other men I’d been with had commented on my thick thighs. I wasn’t stick thin like all the models they liked to watch in porn, but Hunter made me feel none of those things.

He just made me feel beautiful.

I shifted, spreading my legs a bit wider. I could feel the weight of his gaze on my naked flesh, and I felt powerful.

He moved to the side of me, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the emotions coursing through me. When his hand brushed against my ass this time, I didn’t jump. Instead, I welcomed his touch, wanting more of it.

At least until it left my left ass cheek and spanked me for the first time…

The sound was stark in the quiet of his office, like a gunshot had gone off and was bouncing off the walls all around us. It startled me, and I nearly jumped up when his hand settled on my back, holding me in place.

Then the sting hit me, taking my breath away and surprising me more than the sound. It was sharp and swift, like a wave crashing against a rocky beach, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

It was just a spanking right? I could take it. This was nothing more than a childish punishment and maybe something of a role play, right? He was just doing this to make his dick hard and my pussy wet.

The next smack told me he wasn’t.

Sucking my lower lip in between my teeth, I vowed to keep quiet, to not let him know how much his hand stung and how much my clit was throbbing at the thought of getting a real spanking from a real man who was willing to put me in my place.

I should be angry he was treating me like this, that he was crossing the line between boss and employee and that his HR department was going to have a field day when they heard about this, but it was the constant pulse in between my thighs that told me I knew I was lying to myself.

I wasn’t angry.

I was fucking turned on.

Even now, I could feel the cool air brushing against the arousal coating my inner thighs. I closed my eyes, and a viciously hard smack to the top of my left thigh snapped me out of my reverie. I bit the bottom of my lip harder, trying to quiet the cry in the back of my throat and failing.

His hand stung.

A lot.

He spanked me hard and fast, ensuring he smacked from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middles of my thighs. Eventually, there was no keeping myself quiet. Soon I was crying out with every single solitary smack to my bare cheeks.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I breathed. My spine arched and his hand on my back pushed me down so that my belly was flush against his desk.

After that, my spanking truly started.