Jack wasn’t sure if he was more pissed off or entertained by the whole situation. He really should be a lot firmer with Pepper. No way should she treat a client like—and then he couldn’t think straight because her pants had already hit the floor.
Pepper twisted her butt toward him, her barely there panties covering a miniscule amount of the smooth curves, especially when she put her stomach against the back of the couch exactly as ordered. She bent forward, wiggling until her toes were off the ground. He was mesmerized by the thin line of blue fabric curling in on itself and disappearing between her cheeks. Fuck, he might even be able to see a glimpse of pussy lips.
She glanced over her shoulder, absolutely no contriteness in her expression whatsoever. He didn’t give a single solitary fuck. He’d wanted to do this for days.
“Bad girls need to be punished,” he repeated, closing in so he could grab hold of her hips. The thin side straps of her thong lay under his fingers, delicate enough he could snap them without any effort whatsoever.
“So you say.” Pepper stretched upward, letting loose an exaggerated yawn as she covered her mouth with one hand. “Go ahead. Get on with it. I can’t imagine—”
He brought his hand down sharply, the sound of his palm meeting the soft surface echoing sharply off the office walls, mingling with her sudden gasp. She slammed her fingers over her mouth to stifle a scream.
Jack moved his hand slowly. Her skin heated up as he tugged the scrap of fabric aside, rubbing gently where he’d hit. “There are a few things you’ve been naughty about.”
“I let you smack my ass,” Pepper complained, squirming under him. “That’s the only thing I’ve done wrong.”
“Really? That’s all? Hmm.” He hoisted her hips even higher, and she rumbled in surprise as her torso slipped entirely over the couch back. She was now held precariously in position with only Jack’s grip to keep her from tumbling all the way onto the seat cushions. “I’ll have to remind you so you can learn your lessons like a good girl.”
He brought his hand down sharply three times in a row, in a slightly different spot every time. The creamy surface of her skin went a pretty pink color, tiny noises escaping her lips on each strike. When he paused, she wiggled against him as if looking for more.
The urge to fuck her was a driving need throughout his entire body, but first they had some unfinished business, and this was as good a moment as any.
“You were very bad last night. Telling me out of the blue we didn’t need a condom,” Jack scolded.
“Really?” Pepper sighed mightily. “My naked ass in your face, and this is the topic—?”
He landed another sharp smack, and another, not giving her time to snark any further. “And as excited as I am at the news, you never simply take someone’s word. Not about something as important as safe sex.”
She stiffened. “I wouldn’t. Not with just anyone. But this is you.”
The idea of another guy getting his cock anywhere near Pepper was enough to send a flash of red-hot anger through Jack. Still, he shoved the jealousy aside—he had no idea where this thing between them would end up, so in spite of wanting to go all caveman on her and start issuing ownership papers regarding her pussy, the lesson had to sink in so she’d never ever be so stupid again.
“I’m glad you trust me, but don’t take chances. Not with something that could mean your life. Get proof, or use a condom.”
“Yes, Jack.” It was the most apologetic and sincere statement he’d heard from her in a long time. Their eyes met for a brief second, and it was clear she’d gotten the message.
The heat of the past minutes had been temporarily banked, but she was right. With her nearly naked ass right there before him, it was time to play. He knew exactly how to get the fire roaring again. He bent over and pressed a kiss to one smooth butt cheek.
Pepper snorted. “So eager to kiss my ass, Jack?”
“Fucking right, I am.” But the next time he put his teeth to her, biting lightly as she sucked in a quick breath. He used his tongue as he moved to the opposite side, giving it the same treatment. A kiss. A quick nip. A lave of his tongue to cool the spot.
Every time he moved to a new location she twisted in reaction, the hand he’d placed against her lower back barely containing her squirming as he paid attention to the crease where her leg met ass.
He avoided her pussy, but it was damn obvious she was wet, the rich scent of her arousal taunting him. Jack shot to his feet and cracked a hand down again, the strike a sharp contrast to the sensual tease of a moment earlier.
Pepper moaned, and his groin responded instantly to the throaty noise, his cock attempting to burst free from his jeans.
“Good girls don’t deliberately taunt their coworkers,” Jack muttered softly.