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papers, and a stapler. What other authentic items might he find in a drawer? As a last-ditch effort, he yanked open a drawer.
    The first drawer revealed a box of condoms, pads of paper, pens, and pencils. The second contained files. Another had folded clothes in it. He recognized the outfit he’d requested for her to wear when she played the part of his secretary. Had she hidden it there or had Oasis placed it there? Either way, it was a good thing he’d stumbled upon it.
    On the other side, the top drawer yielded staples, pushpins, and other office supplies. In the back, he found a wooden ruler. It would have to do.
    In the course of his search, he had slid his hand from her neck to the center of her back. He put a little more force behind the hold because he knew she was going to protest with more than a scream.
    He tested the implement against the tender skin of his forearm. It smarted and left behind a sting, but it didn’t actually hurt.
    Turning back to Mia, he ran a hand over the smooth skin of her ass and suppressed the urge to caress it with his lips. “This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me, babe. Feel free to scream as loud as you want. Let all that attitude out.”
    Knowing better than to wait for her to figure out what he’d been doing in the drawers, he brought the ruler down sharply on her ass. She bucked and screeched, but he had a firm hold on her. He waited a second, giving her a chance to use the safe word. When she said nothing, he lifted the ruler. It had left a bright pink, rectangular streak on her skin.
    He traced his fingertip over it. She hissed, but the scent of her arousal betrayed her true reaction.
    Mia had some issues with body image, and those scars on her breasts held the key to why she hid her body behind baggy clothes and prim manners. He didn’t mind that she always pulled her hair into a ponytail or that she almost never wore makeup. He preferred natural beauty, which she had in spades.
    If it took a day of spanking her to get her to let go of whatever ailed her, then he would gladly spank her until he had no feeling left in his arm. Then he would switch sides. He wasn’t as good with his left hand, but he would manage.
    Lifting the ruler a little higher, he concentrated the next blow over her other cheek. He rained smacks over her ass until she stopped fighting and her angry screeches turned to quiet sobs.
    Her ass glowed with bright red streaks. He fought with the urge to take her into his arms. That wasn’t what she wanted today.
    “How are you doing?”
    She sniffled. “I’m okay.”
    He ran his fingertips over her hot skin. She trembled and moaned. Oh yeah, she was okay. He snatched his jacket from where he’d hung it and folded it on the terrazzo floor. “Kneel on the jacket. Keep your legs apart.”
    She pushed her body away from the desk. He watched her face as she knelt, checking to make sure she was as okay as she claimed. She bore tear-stained cheeks, but her eyes were clear, and she exuded a calmness he’d never before seen. Pride puffed his chest. He’d given her that.
    Running his hand down the front of his shirt, he quickly unbuttoned it. He threw it, the rags from her dress, and her sweater to the floor. A line furrowed between her brows for all of two seconds before she looked up at him with serene expectation that changed to undisguised lust.
    “I want you on your elbows and knees. I’m going to fuck you, and this is all the padding available.” He knelt behind her, watching as she bunched the clothes in a way that cradled her elbows, forearms, and head. Her pussy glistened, and her juices dripped down the insides of her thighs.
    Fumbling in the drawer for a condom with one hand, he ripped open his jeans with his other. He shook a little as he rolled it onto his cock. How many times in the past year had he dreamed of having her this way?
    He lined up his cockhead with her opening. A sigh issued from between her lips. “Ready?”
    “More than