Spanked by My Boss: Dirty Work Diaries: Corporate Affairs, #1

By Fern Bailey

Those electric blue eyes

Those three-piece suits accentuating his luscious body

He makes me hot under the collar

He makes me want to misbehave

He keeps finding fault with my work

And now he wants to take me over his knee and teach me a lesson I'll never forget...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fern Bailey
• Release date: Dec 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201148102

Fern Bailey

Fern Bailey was born and raised in London and resides there today, where she writes sizzling hot romances about rule-breaking heroines and the men who love them...more specifically, she writes whenever her cat decides to stop napping on her keyboard.

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Chapter One

‘Miss Jensen.’

‘Please, call me Holly,’ I said brightly, looking into a pair of electric blue eyes on the other side of the large mahogany desk. Behind the owner of those eyes, skyscrapers rose in a grey London sky thick with clouds.

‘Miss Jensen,’ he said again.

But oh, that deep voice, curt and with just a touch of arrogance. My name on his lips. Those stern, unsmiling lips that looked like they knew how to be hot, firm and demanding. He was every inch the alpha male. All six feet two inches of him. And of course there were several other extremely important inches located elsewhere on that delicious body. In a very special place...a very special place indeed.

My breath quickened just from imagining the precious jewels he kept concealed within his pants. He was wearing black silk boxers, most likely. Snug fit. Classy, cool and tasteful, just like him. And I would really love a taste of him. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips, and I was becoming moist somewhere else too.

‘There’s an error in the schedule. Fix it.’

The deep, refined voice brought me out of my sexy fantasy and back to reality.

Blaine Faulkner, finance director of Faulkner Reed, was holding something out to me. It was a printout of the schedule containing all of his meetings for this week. He hadn’t needed to print this out, or even call me in to his office in the first place. He could have just used our direct line or emailed me about the mistake.

From here, standing directly in front of his desk, my senses were filled with the subtle, masculine scent of his cologne. He used just the right amount, but still always left me wanting more.

Leaning forward, I reached for the paper, but he didn’t let go, which was good, because it gave me the chance to take in the sight of his tanned, Rolex-encircled wrist peeking out from the sleeve of his designer suit, and down towards his elegant hands, and imagine how those fingers would feel pressing firmly on my clit, sliding up inside my slick, willing pussy and then —

‘You’ve been working here for almost a month now, yet you’re still making these silly mistakes.’

‘I’m not surprised you noticed,’ I replied, a