Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
My executive team is pissed at me for not getting rid of her. I don’t give a fuck. She is necessary to the Moon Co operations. That’s what I keep telling myself.
It’s not like I’m going to mate her. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. The destruction that would bring on the pack, the danger that would put all of us in make it impossible.
Forty-five minutes later, Madison enters the conference room pushing a catering cart.
“Thank God it’s not more pizza or sandwiches,” one of the analysts mutters.
Madison sets out the aluminum catering trays.
“Smells delicious. What is it?” Another one gets up to help her, which makes me want to tear out his throat.
“Thank you. I thought since we’re so close, you deserved a real dinner tonight.” She uncovers two of the trays at once.
Eagle chokes on the Perrier he was drinking. It’s trays of…steak and lobster?
My naughty, naughty assistant. Is she trying to earn a reprimand?
“Thank you,” Noah says, and I have to rip my collar open. Did she order this banquet for him?
Madison smiles at him and signs something. My wolf goes ape-shit.
He chuckles, signing in return, but when he darts a look at me and sees my murderous expression, his smile vanishes, and his gaze snaps to his laptop.
I force myself to wait until Madi finishes unloading the cart, then I walk out of the room. “In my office,” I say in a low voice as I pass by her.
“Of course, Mr. Blackthroat,” she intones.
I’m almost blinded by jealousy, but I somehow make it to my office. The moment she enters, I lock the door and pin her against it.
“What did you say to him?” I growl.
Her eyes widen with genuine surprise. “What?”
“To Noah. What did you say?”
Two bright spots of color appear on her cheeks, and her brows drop, but characteristically, she smooths her face and adopts a professional tone. “I said we may as well eat well if the Big Bad Boss is keeping us here all weekend. It was a joke. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sign to him again. I don’t want you flirting–”
“Flirting? Are you nuts?” she breaks character, her real irritation showing through now.
“New rule–don’t talk to him again. You work for me. Was that food for him?” I’m being irrational. I’m totally out of control, but I can’t seem to dial back my possessiveness.
Madi stares at me, eyes wide. “You’re jealous?”
I stare back. Having Madison’s body up against mine soothes my wolf. Her scent evens my heartbeats. My brain starts to come back on line.
“Wow, Big Bad. That’s totally inappropriate but, um, kind of hot.”
“Was the food for me or for him?”
Madi’s lips purse together in a sassy pucker. “I may have been pushing the envelope a bit to see what my big bad boss would do.”
My aggression instantly drops, morphing into something more suave. More nuanced. Much hotter.
Madison wasn’t flirting with Noah.
She was flirting with me.
If she wants to make this part of her boss fetish, I can one hundred percent go with it.
Recovering some of my control, I ease back and clear my throat. “Did you get approval for that expenditure first, Ms. Evans?”
She bats her eyes at me. “No, sir.”
“Come here.” I take her hand and lead her to my desk, then sweep my arm across the surface to clear it. “Bend over, Ms. Evans. You’ve earned a reprimand.”
She lets out a breathy sound of excitement as I push her torso down over the desk and jerk her hips to straighten her out. I deliver three sharp spanks to one side of her ass, then three to the other.
“Ooh, ow!”
I stop and rub away the sting. “Too hard?” I murmur, leaning over to speak in her ear like we’re on stage and this is an aside.
“Um, a little.”
The scent of her arousal curls in my nostrils. I keep rubbing out the sting, dragging the skirt of her peek-a-boo dress higher with each glorious stroke.
“I think I need to spank you with your panties down tonight,” I tell her, my balls drawing up with the excitement of seeing her bare ass.
She’s wearing black thigh-highs and a lacy black thong that I instantly decide I’m going to keep. For now, though, I slide it down to just above the thigh-highs, making a pretty frame out of my target. My handprints stand out on her pale skin.
Yes. More. Mark her, my wolf growls.
I don’t slap her again, though. Not right away. Instead, I slide my fingers between her legs. She’s slick, her flesh plumped with blood flow, her opening parted for me. I slip two fingers inside her, and she moans, loudly.
“Quiet,” I order. It may be more exciting to get nailed by the boss when there is a conference room full of employees down the hall, but there’s no way in hell I’d actually let any of them know what’s going on in here.