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she stretched her back. “I’m good.”
    He raised an eyebrow at her again and she threw her hands up in the air. “If you’re already finished for the day, why don’t you go and I’ll meet you at home? Us talking about it is just taking up time. I could be working right now.”
    “Jesus, you’re pissy.”
    And she let the growl loose again.
    Without another word, he strode from her office.
    Which made her sad and pissy.
    As she collapsed into her chair again, she rubbed her temples in tight little jerky circles. Even picturing her happy place—a little island off the coast of Belize, where they’d gotten married—didn’t help her feel better.
    Knowing she was going to have to apologize later for being a bitch didn’t make rainbows fly out of her ass either.
    Click .
    Aslan looked up just as Zeke snicked the lock on her office door after closing it.
    In a few seconds, he’d reached over and closed the blinds on the big picture window on the adjacent wall. Turning around, he pulled the tails of his dress shirt from his slacks.
    “What are you doing?” she probed.
    “Stand up.”
    “I asked you a question.”
    “And I gave you an order. Do I need to repeat myself?”
    Oh. My. Fucking. God.
    Her monster was free, staring at her, loosening his belt.
    Fuck.
    The same belt he wore the night he was her stranger.
    Slowly, she stood on shaky legs as he walked around the side of her desk.
    “Strip. Now. Clothes. Shoes. Jewelry. Everything off. You have thirty seconds.” He glanced at the clock above her door that had the second hand. “Every second you’re over is how many stripes from my belt you’re going to wear on the way home. Starting now.”
    People walked by outside her door. Two? Three? She didn’t know. But she heard a mumbled conversation and saw their shadows beneath the door.
    Fuck.
    Liquid seeped from her core and her clit tingled as if he’d held a vibrator to it.
    The sound of her own breathing echoed in her ears as Zeke’s gaze found hers again.
    Her fantasy.
    Just…fuck.
    As fast as she could, she stripped off her jewelry since she thought that would take the longest. Then her clothes. Of course, she’d chosen to wear a cute belt that morning over her long turtleneck sweater and leggings. Off came her sweater, then her boots, and then her leggings and panties all in one swipe downward.
    She reached for her socks to pull them—
    “Stop.”
    “What?” First she glanced at Zeke, then at the clock. Six seconds over.
    “Leave on the socks.” Zeke pulled his belt free of his slacks, doubling it over in his fist.
    Scanning downward, she looked at her knee-high white socks, then sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Like the socks?” She stood and took a step toward him.
    “Very. Very. Much.” Then with one giant swipe of his hand he cleared half of her desk.
    Papers, pens, stapler, file folders, tape dispenser. All of it hit the carpeted floor with a crash. Everything but her computer monitor.
    Before she could even utter a word, he yanked her around and shoved her torso down onto the cleared section of the wood. “Count.”
    The leather hit her ass with a thwack so harsh she screeched and jolted away into the edge of the desk.
    “Count,” he growled again.
    Another strike came and she opened her mouth to scream. On the last second she changed it into a harsh, “Two.”
    “Try again.”
    His arm came down again before she could say anything.
    She gritted her teeth through the pain and grabbed the side of her desk. “One?” she breathed out as the world disappeared all around her.
    “Good girl.”
    Fuck…
    His leather striped her ass again.
    “Two?”
    The stripes which spanned across both of her ass cheeks lit on fire as he hit her again.
    “Three,” she answered automatically on a breath of air as something changed and pleasure flooded her system at his touch.
    His bare hand skated across the stripes on her ass and she moaned.
    “Beautiful.” His voice. It came from