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Jeff is waiting, furious the reports aren't done. He promises Nelly consequences: a spanking, then being taken over the office desk.
Nelly's key froze in the lock. Through the glass, she saw him—a silhouette against the city's dawn glow, seated in her chair. Her breath caught. He'd been here, in the dark, thinking about her failure
His hands, suddenly gentle, turned her limp body to face him. She was exposed, her skirt bunched at her waist, her blouse torn, her thighs glistening. He didn’t look at her face; his blue eyes tracked
The world transformed. He wasn't the punishing partner above her; he was a supplicant between her legs, his breath hot on her oversensitive flesh. His hands, which had delivered stinging blows, now he