Betting on Fate by Katee Robert Read Free Book Online Page B

turned on his heel and stalked down the hallway to the last door, which had her name on a plaque outside it. He opened the door without knocking then kicked it shut behind him, cutting off the babbling receptionist.
    Penelope sat behind a desk that was bigger than his, her phone pressed against her ear. He crossed his arms, waiting.
    “I’m going to have to call you back, sugar,” she told the person on the other end of the line, then hung up without waiting for an answer. “What are you doing here?”
    “I could be asking you the same question.” He jerked his chin at the door. “Your receptionist seems to be under the mistaken impression that you were out of the office for the day. And your phone must be broken, because that’s the only possible reason I can come up with for you not returning my calls.”
    “Or maybe I had things to take care of and didn’t feel like going another round with you.”
    “That’s a shame, pet, because it’s not your call.” He reached behind him and locked her door, the click absurdly loud in the silence of the room. Will waited for her to protest, but she merely raised her eyebrows in a challenge. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you provoke me for the sheer pleasure of receiving a punishment.”
    “That’s absurd.”
    Was it? He rounded the desk, taking in her clothing with a single sweep of his gaze. Today it was a fitted dress that hugged her curves, framing the mounds of her breasts to perfection and covering her to her knees. It was a startling green that made his mouth water. “If you’re aiming for modest with this dress, you’re missing the mark by miles.”
    Penelope snorted. “You don’t know a lot about women’s fashion.”
    “I know enough. Up.” He motioned.
    “Are you going to spank me, Sir?”
    He didn’t miss the interest that lighted her eyes at the thought. So, he’d been right. She was deliberately provoking him to get a specific response. “Hands on the desk.” He moved the chair out of the way so he could stand behind her. Christ, she had a body that went on for days. Between that and her attitude, was it any wonder she tempted him in ways no woman had in his living memory?
    Will allowed himself to slide his hands down her sides to cup her hips. “You want me to spank you.” He kept going, hooking his fingers beneath the hem of her dress. “You loved it when I did last night.” With one swift move, he peeled her dress up, baring her from the waist down. As he’d suspected, she was missing a vital part of her wardrobe. “You’ve been sitting here all morning, fantasizing about my doing it again.”
    “You have an overinflated opinion of yourself. I haven’t spared you a thought since I left that room last night.”
    “Liar. I’ll tell you a secret, pet.” He nipped the back of first one thigh and then the other. “Are you listening?”
    “You’re not exactly giving me a choice.”
    “You always have a choice.” He paused. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
    She muttered several uncomplimentary things about him under her breath. “No, Sir.”
    He rose and pressed himself against her, setting his hands on either side of hers on the desk, bracketing her in. Despite her bold words, her body shook with each brush of his lips against her ear. “If you want something, all you have to do is ask.”
    She cleared her throat. “Excuse me?”
    “It’s my job—my privilege —to take care of your needs.” He stroked her wrists with his thumbs. “You don’t have to act out to provoke a response. Simply ask.”
    …
    Simply ask?
    Penelope held her breath, not sure what would come out of her mouth if she let it. At this moment, it was a toss up between a hysterical laugh and a confession that would give him everything he demanded. She jumped when he nipped her earlobe. “That was an order.”
    Why hadn’t she gone with her gut and worked from home today? Every time she saw his name on her cell, her heartbeat picked