by Mia Madison
“But how could someone approach me when I worked in your office?”
“That … wasn’t the original plan.”
I shake my head, confused. “What wasn’t?”
“There’s a little office space on the other side of Miss Collins’ desk. After the first day, or half-day, you were supposed to transfer in there. Still checking in with me regularly, of course.”
“But you didn’t move me because …”
“I found myself reluctant to have you that far away.” His fingers toy with the ends of my hair. “I can be rather possessive.”
My lips curve up. “You don’t say.” Then I’m struck by another thought. “So I’ve spent the past month working on nothing?”
“No, it’s real technology, that I hope will be the basis for some future products.”
“Well, it felt real enough.” I’m glad I haven’t been wasting my time.
“It is. And I wanted the board to think it was the real, top–secret project.”
“Why?”
His fingers start to trace up and down my spine. “What I suspected, but couldn’t prove, was that members of my board were in cahoots with a group who wanted to mount a hostile takeover bid, and also with the technology thieves. I gave them an update on your project, complete with handouts that they returned to me at the end of the meeting. But each of the handouts was subtly different – unique to that board member.”
“You clever man. Find the leaked information, and you know who’s responsible. And it worked?”
“Eventually. It took all that day, when everything blew up, to sort it. I had a whole outside team who’d been investigating for months rounding people up.”
“But why did they accuse me if they knew it was a lie?”
A muscle tightens in his jaw. “Your little lunch friend. Holly. She was the inside contact. She set you up. The innocent board members fell for it, and the ones who were in on it went along for the ride.”
“Holly? That little – but why?”
“She works in marketing, but her background’s in programming. She applied for the internship but didn’t get it. And, according to my investigators, she also had a thing for me. She wanted to get back at both of us.”
“I don’t understand people.” I lay my head on his chest again. “All that damage because your feelings are hurt?”
Hunter tugs gently at my hair. “Says the woman who left town.”
25
Abandoned
Lily
I bounce up again and glare at him. “That’s not at all the same thing, and you know it. I was actually sleeping with you, and I thought you’d thrown me to the wolves.” My voice cracks. “I thought you didn’t trust me.”
“Sweetheart.” He draws me close again. “I’m sorry. If I’d known they’d be that stupid, I would have told you to stay home that day.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
He kisses my forehead. “My good girl is not much of a liar. I didn’t want you to feel the burden of knowing you were playing a role.”
“I would have given it away.”
“Not necessarily. You might even have been more convincing if you were acting secretive and paranoid all the time. But I didn’t want to put you through it.”
“Hunter?”
“Yes, Lily?”
I trace patterns on his chest with my finger. “You said you don’t want me to ever leave you.”
He goes into mock-stern mode. “If you ever tried, I would have to punish you. Severely.”
“It wasn’t just hurt feelings.”
There’s a pause, and then he lifts me on top of him. “What was it?” He’s concerned, and curious. With no idea what I’m about to tell him.
“Remember when we decided to roll the dice?”
He gets it immediately. “You’re pregnant?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
Hunter rolls us again so he’s on top. “You … ran away from me … while you were carrying my child?” His anger is filling the room again – anger that I would endanger myself, and the baby.
I cup his face in my hand and keep it together, because it’s important that he understand this. “I thought you had, in effect, abandoned me. And therefore our child.”
He closes his eyes as it hits him. “Lily.”
“But you didn’t.” I frame his face in both hands. “I love you, Hunter.”
26
What I Need
Lily
Hunter stares at me, his eyes stormy, then rolls off me and out of bed. I lie there, ice congealing in my stomach for several long, awful moments until I hear the rustle of clothing, and then he’s back with me.
“When I found out you were gone, I almost lost my mind. I hired a private investigator, but you did such a good job of disappearing he couldn’t find you. I asked a friend of mine to track you. His name’s Cameron Thorne – you’ll meet him.”
“You’re friends with a PI?”
That gets me a grin. “Cam’s actually a hedge fund manager. With interesting hobbies.”
“I guess so.”
He sobers again. “Thinking that I’d lost you made me realize that my life wouldn’t matter without you in it.”
“Hunter.”
“My work is what I do to keep busy. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning.”
“Don’t make me cry,” I protest.
“I know I told you I’d take care of you if you got pregnant. But this isn’t obligation, Lily.” He holds out a small velvet box. “I hope the fact that I already had this proves it.”
With trembling hands, I take it. Inside is a beautiful, enormous diamond ring. “Marry me, Lily Whitaker,” Hunter says.
I pull the ring free. “It’s beautiful.”
“Is that a yes?”
I give him a look. “You didn’t actually ask me, you know. You ordered me.”
Hunter gives me a look back, one that says there are spankings in my future. “I did. But you still get to say yes. Or no.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “Don’t say no, Lily.”
For all that he’s bossy, my man respects me. I really could say no. But he’s perfect, so why would I?
“Yes, Hunter. I’ll marry you.” I hand him the ring and offer him my hand, and he slides it on my finger. It is, naturally, a perfect fit. “How shall we celebrate?”
“First, I feed you. Then you sleep. Tomorrow, we go home and you move in with me. You’re taking the rest of the summer off.”
“Hunter!”
“I’ll fix it with your school.”
“Hunter, I’m not an invalid.”
He fixes me with a look. Not his playfully stern expression, but deadly serious. “Lily. Don’t fight me on this.”
“I’ll take the rest of the summer off.”
“Thank you.” He kisses me lightly, then stays there, looking into my eyes. “I love you, Lily. Whether you’re naughty or good.”
I pull him down for another kiss, my heart full to overflowing. And then my stomach gurgles, proving once again that my man really does know what I need.
Epilogue
Lily
I’m at my desk in Hunter’s office, working on my laptop. He’s at his desk. A conference call with a distance team working on some other project has just concluded.
“Lily.”
My heart speeds up. I’m in the middle of a complex bit of coding, so I don’t look at him. “Yes, Mr. Drake?”
There’s a pause, and then he says, in a tone that’s both warm and a warning, “Lilybell.”
One of his pet names for me, and one that specifically means I’m in trouble. Whenever he summons me, he wants my full and undivided attention. It’s a small infraction, for now. The longer I go without stopping what I’m doing and turning his way, the larger it will grow, along with its corresponding punishment.
I push it as long as I dare before I pause. My head turns toward him, but my hands stay on the keyboard. Another infraction.
My husband is trying not to smile. It delights him that I play his games. “Come here, Lily.”
A direct order. I get up immediately and cross to him. “Yes, sir?”
He eyes me with mock sternness. “Miss Collins is away for the afternoon.”
I didn’t know that. “Is she, sir?”
When I’m naughty at work, my punishments sometimes have to wait until we’re home. Not always; I’ve worked through more than one day with a sore bottom. But given his position and his schedule, we don’t often have long, uninterrupted stretches of time together in the office.
“She is,” Hunter says. “And I have no meetings scheduled until three o’clock.”
That’s a whole hour from now. “That’s nice, sir,” I say politely. “Plenty of time to prep for your meeting.”
His eyes are dancing. “You’re being a very naughty girl, Mrs. Drake.”
I hang my head in feigned remorse. “I’m sorry, Mr. Drake.”
He pats his knee. “Over you go.”
So far as I know, the office door is unlocked. Mr. Drake and I have learned a lot, this past year, about what gets me off. Humiliation – nope. So we don’t play that way.
But pain? Big yup. Who knew? We have paddles, canes, straps, and more at home.
I also get off on the possibility of discovery, so Mr. Drake lets me believe that someone might walk in on us at any moment, and that his floor-to-ceiling windows are transparent. A passing helicopter pilot might get quite a show.
First he spanks me over my skirt; then the skirt comes up and he spanks me over my panties, and then the panties come down and it’s my bare ass. By the time he works my panties out of the way, they’re soaked, not just from the spanking, but from the chance of being caught.
By now, Hunter can spank me a lot without it being too much. This makes both of us very happy. He doesn’t count, just brings his hand down, fast and hard, but well within my limits.
When my ass is burning, he pulls my panties all the way off, then shifts me so I’m straddling him. Seconds later, his gorgeous thick cock is out and I’m sinking onto it, moaning in pleasure.
He swivels his chair so my ass is facing the windows. “Quite a few helicopters out today, Mrs. Drake.” His hands are on my hips, raising and lowering me, controlling the pace.
I clench around him at the thought of my red ass being on display. “Blouse off, Lily,” Hunter orders, and I unbutton it and peel it away, dropping it on the floor. “Tits out.”
My hands go into my bra, scooping my breasts out, offering them to him. They’re heavier now, fuller, since Maxen was born. Our son is downstairs right now in the on-site daycare, which he loves. He’s a social little guy.
Hunter latches on to one breast, and my head goes back. I’m a consultant with Drake Industries now, helping research and develop new directions in cutting-edge products. I love it, especially because it keeps us close.
Some couples benefit from doing their own thing, but Hunter and I never get tired of each other’s company. Sometimes we work from home, and we’re talking about ways to cut back to part-time. Especially since we don’t want Maxen to be an only child.
My man keeps the pace slow while he takes his time with my breasts. By the time he’s done, I’m about to go crazy. “Hunter, please.”
“More, Mrs. Drake?” He loves calling me that. But I love it too, so it’s all good.
“Please, sir. Fuck me.”
And he does, his strong arms slamming me down on his cock while he thrusts up to meet me. “Might have visitors,” he grunts. “Some of the board stopping by in advance of the meeting.”
Walking in on us, he means. Getting an eyeful of us getting it on in my husband’s chair, and me with my breasts out bouncing around. I groan and clamp down on him again, and he goes faster.
“Oh, here comes another helicopter, Lily. This one’s zooming in for a closer look. He’s hovering right … out … there.”
Quivers run through my whole body. I know the windows are one-way only, so I don’t look. That would spoil the game. “Harder, Mr. Drake.”
I’m almost there. I reach down a hand toward my clit, but Hunter says, “Not yet.”
“Please, sir!”
“Not … yet.” He’s pounding me so hard, and it’s glorious, but I need to come. I’m so close … so close … “Now, Lily.”
I brush my fingers across my swollen clit, once, twice … and the climax rockets through me just as the elevator dings to signal someone on our floor. Immediately, everything intensifies a thousandfold. I have to stuff my arm in my mouth to muffle my screams as Hunter keeps fucking me and I keep coming like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s entirely possible that my husband has rigged up some way to make the elevator sound happen at certain strategic moments. But I’ll never ask him. I’m just thankful he takes such good care of me.
I’m the luckiest woman alive.
Hunter
We’re home, our son is in down for the night, and my wife wants to play. “On your knees,” I tell her.
She obeys at once. When I move to stand in front of her, she unzips me and pulls me free, and I let her have her way with me for a while. Even when I take over, my hands tangling in her hair, and fuck her mouth, her eyes stay fixed on me the whole time, the message in them one she never stops sending.
I love you.
I don’t know what I did to get so lucky. When we got married, Cam at my side as my best man, and I walked her watch down that aisle, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Of course, part of me wanted to do the nasty with her right there in front of everyone, not least because I knew my naughty girl would get off on it.
By the time last summer was over, she was back to full health and bouncing off the walls. But I’ll never forget what it did to me to find her alone and needing care. She makes me happy just by existing, and I do my best every day to keep her safe and give that back to her.
Pulling free, I hold out a hand and help her up. “Let’s go to bed.”
A little spark of rebellion flares in her eyes, and I know we’re not done playing yet.
I follow her to our bedroom, watching the sway of her ass in her jeans.
Life is perfect. And it just keeps getting better.
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