Spanking Sydney (7 page)

Sydney parted her lips, melting against him. She’d been kissed by a lot of men, but never like this. The demanding way Max’s mouth moved over hers was intoxicating.

One hand still in her hair, Max ran the other up her bare thigh before finding the buttons on the front of her shirt. Undoing them with agonizing slowness, he pushed aside the material to gently cup her breast. His fingers immediately found her nipple, and she moaned against his mouth as he squeezed the stiff peak between his thumb and forefinger. When he dropped his hand just as quickly, Sydney almost protested. But then she realized he’d only released her breast so he could take off her shirt.

His dark eyes smoldered as he slowly looked her up and down. “God, Sydney. You’re so beautiful.”

Sydney blushed at the compliment, and would have thanked him, but speech became impossible as he leaned forward to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. His hands palmed her breasts, tenderly massaging them. She grasped his shoulders and arched her back, offering herself to him. Max kissed his way down her neck and over the curve of her breasts until he came to her nipple. When he drew it into his mouth and suckled on it, her knees almost gave out from under her. She transferred her grip to his hair, threading her fingers in its silky softness and pulling him close.

Max teased, suckled and nipped that breast before feasting on the other. Even then, he didn’t completely abandon the first one. Instead, he caressed the super-sensitive peak with the pad of his thumb until she was moaning continuously.

With a sound that was half groan, half something else, Max released her breasts and slid an arm under her legs. Lifting her effortlessly in his arms, he turned and set her down in the middle of the bed.

He gazed down at her, his dark eyes slowly caressing every inch of her naked body. Wordlessly, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Sydney blinked at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscular chest and six-pack abs. Oh, yeah. She’d definitely been right. He certainly hadn’t gotten that build from sitting in an office.

She settled back against the pillows, breath quickening in anticipation as he pushed down his pajama bottoms. Her eyes went wide as his cock sprang free. He was big, thick and hard. She’d never been with a man so well-endowed—or so perfect.

Naked, he climbed into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms for another soul-searing kiss. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once—cupping her breasts, running up and down her legs, squeezing her freshly spanked ass. She made a soft whimper of protest against his mouth. She couldn’t believe how much her bottom still stung from that spanking he’d given her.

Max lifted his head. “Still tender?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

He chuckled and rolled her onto her back, supporting his weight on his forearms as he gazed down at her. She ran her hands up his chiseled chest to pull him down for another kiss. His mouth was hot and hard on hers, just like the cock pulsing against her.

Max dragged his mouth away from hers. “Shit.”

She frowned He was putting on the brakes
now
? “What is it?”

“I don’t have a condom.” He swore again. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before.”

Yikes. She’d almost forgotten all about protection. Which showed just how hot she was for her boss.

She smiled. “I did. They’re in my toiletry bag. It’s in my suitcase.”

He sagged with relief. “Remind me to give you a raise.”

Sydney opened her mouth to tell him she was going to hold him to that, but the sight of his gorgeous ass rendered her speechless.

Finding the packet, Max tore it open, then rolled the condom on his cock before climbing back in bed with her. He caught her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head.

“Where were we?” he asked as he settled between her legs.

She would have answered, but Max was already sliding his cock into her wetness. Sydney gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around his shaft, her legs going up to wrap around him.

She waited for him to fuck her, but he stayed buried deep inside her as he gazed into her eyes. She tried to lift her hips in an effort to feed the hunger between her thighs, but his weight wouldn’t let her move, and all her motion did was make her tender ass cheeks scream out.

“Don’t tease me anymore,” she pleaded huskily. “Please.”

He bent to kiss her, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it. “Are you ready?”

It was the same question he’d asked when he had spanked her earlier. “I am so ready.”

He thrust slowly at first, sliding all the way out, then in as deep as he could go. Each one provoked a moan from her. Not just because his cock felt so good, but because his weight was pressing her tender ass into the bed with every motion. It was like she was getting spanked all over again.

Sydney was so lost in the dual sensations she almost didn’t notice when he picked up the pace. Her moans turned into one long, continuous, unintelligible sound. She clenched her legs even tighter, loving the feel of him pushing into her with such force.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he suddenly flipped them over on the big bed until she was sitting on top of him. 

“Ride me,” he ordered, giving her ass a smack.

She willingly obeyed, moving up and down on him as fast and hard as he’d pumped into her. She loved this position even more because she could grind her sensitive clit against him as she rode. She slid her hand down her tummy to the curls nestled between her thighs, making circles on the plump nub.

“That’s it,” Max breathed. “Make yourself come.”

The sexy command sent a quiver through her, and she moved her fingers faster. Pleasure rippled through her, starting right at her clit and coursing through her entire body.

She just about lost her mind when Max gripped her stinging ass and pumped up into her. She might be the one on top, but he was the one in control, and that knowledge sent her tumbling over the edge and into ecstasy as surely as what he was doing with his cock.

Afterward, they lay together, Sydney’s head pillowed on Max’s chest, his arm around her. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked softly.

He gently ran his fingers through her hair. “Anything.”

She made lazy circles on his chest with his fingers. “Do you spank all your executive assistants?”

He said nothing for a moment. “Of course. It’s standard practice at the Dallas office.”

Sydney jerked upright to look at him incredulously. “You’re not serious.”

He chuckled. “No, of course I’m not serious. You’re the first.”

“Good.” She chewed on her lower lip. “What made me different?”

Other than the fact that she’d screwed up, of course. She wasn’t going to mention that, though.

“Everything.” Max cupped her cheek. “I’ve never had an assistant as beautiful as you, Sydney. And I certainly never had one who deserved a spanking so much.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “So, you’re saying we owe all of this to the fact that I have a habit of showing up late for work?”

He grinned. “I suppose we do. You aren’t planning to change that any time soon, are you?”

She bent to kiss him. “Not as long as you promise to spank me whenever I am.”

Chapter Four

Sydney woke up the next morning to find herself alone in bed. Blinking sleepily, she pushed herself up on an elbow to look for Max and saw a shaft of light through the half open bathroom door. Hopping out of bed, she reached for the button-up shirt she’d worn the night before, slipping it on she padded across the room.

Max was standing in front of the mirror, dressed only in his pajama bottoms, and she let her gaze run over his well-muscled back. As his eyes met hers in the mirror, Sydney waited for those feelings of awkwardness that sometimes came the morning after she’d slept with a guy. But Max didn’t seem to be exhibiting any of them, and neither was she. That was a relief.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “Morning.”

She smiled back. “Morning.”

Max walked over to cup her face in his hands and kiss her. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. I woke up all on my own.” She looped her arms around his neck. “But I would have preferred to have you beside me when I did.”

He brushed her hair back from her face. “Sorry about that. I figured I’d better use the bathroom first before you got in here and started hogging it.”

“Very funny.” She made a face at him. “I’ll have you know, I’m very low maintenance.”

“That’s good to know. But it wouldn’t matter if you weren’t. I’d still share the bathroom with you. Though maybe with double sinks, else we’d never get to work on time.”

She laughed.

“I was just about to jump in the shower,” he said. “Want to join me?”

Giving Max a sexy smile, Sydney took off the shirt and let it fall to the floor.

*              *              *

Thanks to Max and his creative tongue, showering together took longer than either of them realized. By the time they came out of the bathroom, it was already after eight-thirty. More than a little pressed for time, she and Max threw on their clothes, then stopped at Starbucks to pick up coffee before taking the Golden Gate Bridge into Sausalito.

When they arrived at Sentinal, they went directly to the CEO’s office. Sydney had arranged for the meeting before they’d left Seattle, so she expected to go right in to see the man. But she and Max had to wait for almost an hour before the secretary showed them into his office.

Thomas Burton was a portly man in his sixties with gray hair and a bushy mustache. Though not exactly rude, he greeted them coolly before asking them to have a seat. Something about the man made Sydney take an immediate dislike to him, but she tried not to let it show.

“So, what can I do for you, Mr. Daniels?” the man asked as he lowered his bulky frame into the chair behind his desk.

Max sat back. “As I’m sure you’re aware, there have been severe cost overruns on the government contract you’re doing for Design-Tech. While going over the cost and production figures, my assistant and I found some irregularities we’d like to discuss with you. We’re hoping it’s just an accounting error on our end, but we wanted to check your books to see where the discrepancies might lie.”

Burton looked taken aback. “Are you accusing someone at Sentinal of stealing?”

“I’m not accusing anyone of anything,” Max said smoothly. “I’m just saying that we’d like to see the books.”

“What you’re suggesting is highly irregular, Mr. Daniels.” Burton frowned. “We may only be a subcontractor, but that doesn’t give you any authority to see proprietary company information. And our accounting records certainly fall into that category.”

Max’s smile was placating. “I understand your reluctance. I wouldn’t appreciate someone coming into my company implying I was doing something wrong—and that’s not what we’re doing here, just so you know. But these overruns are real, and if we don’t get a handle on them soon, Congress is going to cancel the program. And that wouldn’t be in anyone’s best interest. I’m only asking to see very specific accounting records related to the discrepancies we discovered. You have my word that we’re not using this as a fishing expedition to find out how much profit you’re making.”

The CEO’s mouth tightened. “Forgive me for saying this, but I don’t know you, so your word doesn’t mean anything to me. I’d be doing our employees a disservice if I allowed someone outside the company to see confidential accounting records. Perhaps if you have an official request routed through your main office, we’ll consider it and get back to you.”

And give Sentinal a chance to cover up anything illegal, Sydney thought. Max had mentioned they were probably going to meet stiff opposition when it came to seeing the company’s books. That’s why he’d wanted to come down here virtually unannounced.

Max’s jaw clenched. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time to follow the normal channels. We need to resolve this today. Since you refuse to allow us access to your records, I have no choice but to call the Defense Contract Management Agency and tell them about the discrepancies we discovered. They’ll be here to audit your books before close of business.”

Burton’ face reddened. “Design-Tech would get audited as well.”

“Almost assuredly. But this contract is only a portion of our current business,” Max pointed out. “This contract represents what? Ninety percent of your workload? The bad publicity will have a much greater effect on your company than it will on mine.”

Burton ground his jaw. “That’s blackmail.”

Max shrugged. “It’s unfortunate you see it that way. If you’d simply agree to give us access to your books, none of this would be necessary.”

Damn, Max was good. He could certainly play hardball when he had to.

On the other side of the desk, Burton finally nodded. “I’ll speak to Accounting. It will take a while to put everything together. In the meantime, I’ll have our Vice President of Operations show you around.”

Max didn’t look like he was interested in getting a guided tour of Sentinel Software, but he agreed. A few moments later a tall, thin man with glasses came into the office. Thomas Burton introduced him as Sentinel’s VP, Alec Friedman.

Alec was a welcome change from the dour Thomas Burton, and as they walked through the different departments, he seemed eager to talk about the company. Though she might not have been interested in the tour to start with, Alec made it interesting. He couldn’t distract her and Max forever, though, and after two hours in the relatively small building, they’d seen everything the software company had to offer.

When they got back to Burton’ office, Alec asked them to wait in the outer office while he spoke with the CEO. As the man disappeared inside the office, Sydney turned to Max.

“Do you think they’ll let us look at their books?”

Max’s mouth tightened. “I don’t know, but their reluctance makes me think they’re hiding something.”

The door opened and Alec appeared. “If you’d please come in.”