what she’d intended to do. It’s what she needed to do.
She wasn’t going to do that. She’d already given the orders.
And Coralyn was scrambling to obey.
She peeled off her coat and tossed it aside, onto the floor
like she had in the office. She kicked off her boots and her
fingers raced over the button on her jeans, the zipper. She
shoved them down her hips. She’d either come prepared or she
usually wore sensual undergarments. The cherry-red lace
panties made Giana’s mouth water. She was stripped down to a
black silky blouse and those fucking cheeky panties. They
went up high, had a ribbon interwoven in a crisscross pattern
at the top, and lacy scalloped edges that revealed the creamy,
perfect globes of Coralyn’s tight, shapely little ass.
It would be her extreme pleasure to stripe that creamy
porcelain skin until it glowed the same red as those panties.
“I’m going to leave this room for three minutes.” She was
going to go gather everything she needed. “When I come back,
I want that blouse off because it’s only going to get in the way,
and I want you bent over my desk, that pretty little ass in the
air.”
“H-how…?” Coralyn’s eyes were wide, but she was willing.
If Giana stripped those panties away and plunged her fingers
between Coralyn’s legs, she knew she’d be soaked. She truly
did want this. “How should I bend over your desk?”
Giana grinned. So eager. So fucking innocent and sweet.
She needed to calm down. Those three minutes would be good
for getting some air and clearing her fucking head. Regaining
her hold over her own control. “However you like, as long as
you follow my instructions.”
She didn’t stick around to watch Coralyn figure that out.