The Redemption (Filthy Rich Americans 4)

Did he like that?

Would he scold me for being too provocative or unladylike? I kind of wanted him to.

Once the cord was plugged in and attached to the bottom of the wand, a red light began to blink, and I closed the cabinet door, concealing it from view. But then Macalister was beside me, the box in his hands.

“This goes in there too.”

I tucked the black box in the cabinet, and when I straightened, he was already moving back to his desk.

“That will be all for now, Sophia. I have a product launch call with Europe to sit on and won’t be available until after lunch.”

Meaning we wouldn’t be having our typical morning meeting. I nodded at my dismissal and shuffled out of his office in a daze.

The Lynch event was over, but I still had plenty of work to do. There were calls to return and emails to answer and invoices to authorize payment on. The opera premiere was in two weeks and, as the major donor, Macalister would be the honored guest. I called his head of staff at the house to make sure his tuxedo would be dry-cleaned in time.

I tried to keep my mind on work, but the black device charging in the office next door kept stealing my focus. What did he have planned for me? Thinking about it made my blood run like lava through my veins, my body needy and craving satisfaction.

I was painfully turned on, and this state of being where I was hanging on edge persisted throughout the day. He’d done it deliberately, I was sure. The vibrator’s proximity made it easy to whisper seducing thoughts to me, even when he was locked away in meetings.

By late afternoon, the office was nearly empty. The people who’d come in today began to duck out early to get a head start on their Fourth of July celebrations, and at four-fifty, I said good night to Mr. O’Leary. He was officially the last person left on this floor besides Macalister and me.

At five sharp, my desk phone chimed, and Macalister’s voice rang through the speaker. “Sophia.”

Pleasure fired through my body with how he’d said my name. It was a summons in his domineering voice, and I was eager to comply, nearly tripping over my feet as I stood and hurried to his closed office door.

I didn’t waste time knocking.

He was seated behind his desk as usual, but I could instantly tell something was different. Where was his laptop, or the spare mouse and keyboard he used in here? In fact, his whole freaking desktop was bare.

He’d cleared it off to make room for something, and my pulse quickened as I considered that something would be me.

Macalister doled it out casually. “Lock the door.”

I rotated the dial on the knob until it clicked, and the sound reverberated through my body. When I turned to face him, tingles washed down my skin and my mouth dropped open.

His desktop wasn’t empty anymore. The black vibrator lay on top of it, his fist wrapped around the base, and the sight of it liquified me. I traced each tendon in his strong hand with my gaze and struggled to keep my breathing under control.

“Come here.” His voice was rough but controlled.

I put one foot in front of the other and moved under his direction. He let go of the vibrator, leaving it on the desk, rolled his chair back, and stared up at me with his steel-colored eyes that were full of restraint.

“What are you wearing under your dress?” he asked.

Words were hard. Showing him would be easier. I grabbed the fabric covering my hips and shimmied it up until he could see the plain nude thong I wore. His eyes turned hazy, and when he grasped the band covering my hip, I jumped. His fingers were freezing.

His gaze flicked up to mine. “Take this off.”

I sucked in a breath and swallowed it down.

The door was locked and the office floor empty, but it didn’t matter. It still felt like we were breaking rules and sneaking around, which added to the whole experience. It was bright outside, and sunlight streamed through his windows, so it was like the whole world could see me with my lifted skirt, showing my boss what I had on underneath.

“What if I don’t?” I asked breathlessly. “Would you spank me for not obeying?”

Up went his eyebrow in displeasure, and I had to bite my lip to hold in my eager moan. I shivered in enjoyment when he gave me a hard, cold look. “You are not the one in control. I’ll be dictating how this will happen, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

He moved so abruptly, it didn’t register until he was standing, his hand clenched on my arm and squeezing so hard it drained the insolence right out of me.