Breaking His Rules
wanted her beneath him, squirming and whimpering and pleading to be taken hard. He wanted to tease her and keep her on the edge of an orgasm until she went mad, begging him to grant her a release.
    Christ, he wanted to break his number one rule.
    Ivan’s cock swelled harder and pressed against his jeans. He cursed and downed the rest of his drink. He got ready for bed and set his alarm for an hour earlier than usual. He’d told Amanda to report to work early so she could practice de-arming the security system. Of course, she didn’t know why he’d ordered her to work early. She likely believed she was in trouble. The naughty girl. She obviously hadn’t been paying attention when he’d demonstrated how to deactivate the alarm. Not only that, but any employee who stopped by afterhours was required to phone Ivan first. She hadn’t followed the rules.
    If she was a character in one of her books, she would be spanked soundly for her error. He grinned at the thought, and his cock twitched painfully at the image of Amanda bent over his desk with her bottom bared for punishment.
    No. He couldn’t. This was real life. She’d have him arrested and sue him for all he was worth. He’d lose his business and everything he’d worked for. Oh but he wanted to. He wanted to paddle her good for nearly giving him a heart attack. When the alarm company had called, followed by the police a few minutes later, he’d assumed his store was being robbed.
    He decided to give her a good scolding at the very least. She was lucky he wasn’t so cold hearted as to fire her. She had an excellent sales record, was dependable and easy to work with, and she had a great rapport with customers. Only an idiot would fire a girl like Amanda.
    He fisted his engorged shaft and closed his eyes, groaning as ecstasy swept through his center, his balls tightening as his desire built. He couldn’t wait to scold Amanda.
     

Chapter 2
     
     
    Anxiety curled in Amanda’s stomach. She still worried Mr. Mizenov would fire her. Perhaps he’d needed to sleep on the decision. She smoothed her hands over her skirt and crossed the street to the jewelry store. In her desperate need to impress her boss, she’d chosen her cutest summer outfit – a low cut peach colored blouse with a matching polka dot skirt that flared outward. A pair of beige three inch heels – the tallest she could walk in without tripping and falling flat on her face – completed her look.
    Her heart skipped a beat as she pressed the buzzer at the door. The store didn’t open for another hour and a half. Her mind fuzzed over at the realization that she would be alone with Mr. Mizenov for so long. Well, at least she would if he didn’t let her go.
    The boss of her slightly inappropriate wet dreams approached the door with his master key in hand. He opened the door and held it while she slowly entered the store, her heart in her throat. Disapproval was etched on his face, and she wished to see his displeasure gone. She’d screwed up. She knew that. What would it take to earn his forgiveness?
    If only it were as simple as taking a spanking, like so many of the characters in the books she enjoyed. Simple, yet complicated , she thought. Receiving a spanking from Mr. Mizenov would complicate her work life even more. It was already difficult enough to concentrate in his presence. She squeezed her legs together and waited for him to speak first, feeling small and vulnerable as he glared down at her. Oh, he looked exquisite today. He was wearing her favorite suit, the dark gray one tailored to fit his large physique perfectly. His broad shoulders reminded her of a mountain.
    He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped closer, glaring down at her with an air of electrifying authority that stole her breath away. “Amanda Bennington, you’ve been a very, very naughty girl.”
    What? Her head shot up. Had he really just called her a naughty girl? Correction – a very, very naughty girl?
    Yes. He had

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