Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your usual bad boy billionaire. I’m actually a nice guy. A very nice guy who also enjoys turning a woman over my knee and spanking her ass until she begs for mercy—AKA a good, hard, hold-her-down-and-teach-her-who’s-boss f*ck.
I’m a gentleman in the boardroom and a Dominant in the bedroom. I’ve also been secretly in love with my sweet, sexy, too-innocent-for-her-own-good executive assistant, Jane, for the better part of two years.
But like I said, I’m a gentleman. Any woman on my staff is strictly off limits.
Until the night I’m snowed in at the office with Jane…
The same night I discover she’s a submissive looking for a teacher…
The night I decide to make her mine…
“Are you ready to be possessed? If so, get on your knees, beautiful. The game is about to begin. Tonight, you’re mine.”
WARNING: This red hot holiday read contains spanking, dirty talk, and a Dominant alpha male who will melt your panties off—he doesn’t care how cold it is outside. Hotness level—five hot toddies, four roaring fires, three turtleneck sweaters, two chestnuts roasting, and a spanking with a switch from that old pear tree.
He stops in front of his desk, his hands skimming down my shoulder blades and the valley of my spine to wrap lightly around my waist. “So bend over and put your palms flat on the desk, Jane. We’ll start with ten. Next time it will be twenty.”
“Ten what, sir?” My nerve endings sizzle as I place my hands where he’s indicated, my sex throbbing as my hips tilt back and my ass juts out into the air behind me.
But he doesn’t answer; he simply draws back a hand and slaps my ass cheek right below my panty line.
I cry out, a surprised, turned on, “Oh yes, please,” sound that becomes a gasp as Ten spanks me a second time and a third. By the fourth, I’m arching my back, silently begging for him to give it to me harder, faster.
And like he’s read my mind, he does.
Ten slaps me so hard my thighs ripple, and I feel the sting of the spanking all the way up my spine. And it is good, so terribly, wonderfully good, that I realize it’s going to be harder to be an obedient submissive than I’ve thought.
Until right now, I had no idea how good it could feel to be bad.
But if this is what it’s like to spend Christmas on the naughty list, then Santa can write my name on that sucker in permanent ink.
U.S.A. Today Bestselling author Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.
These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.
You can also visit her website: www.lilivalente.com