Twenty minutes later, I had to admit; wealth had its privileges. I was cool, my butt wasn’t sliding around on some hot leather chair, and re-alphabetizing some of Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone’s files in here with them was much better than the frenzy of work I’d been up against out there in the heat.

I kept sneaking glances at the two of them working at their rich, expansive desks, and then catching myself and feeling ridiculous about it. Who was I to two men like this? I was an employee, and gawking at them like some sort of teenager was ridiculous and silly.

“Sasha, would you give us a hand?” Luke was standing beside the rolling ladder that skirted one wall of the immensely tall bookshelves along the wall of the office.

He held a stack of files in his hand, while Jordan rifled through another pile of files next to him. Luke Steel arched a brow towards the ladder next to him. “Would you?”

I nodded pleasantly and walked over to him. I realized as I moved past him to step onto the ladder that I’d never been this close to them before, and I could smell the rich, whiskey and wood smell of aftershave as I brushed past them.

God that was intoxicating.

“This one goes right there; yes, there.” He was passing me books as I moved a rung up from the ground.

“Now, this one goes there.”

I swiveled and pushed the book into the empty space on the shelf where he’d pointed.

“Very good, Sasha. Now, this one goes way up there, if you would.” I nodded as I took the book from his hand and began to climb higher; one step, two, three, until I could reach out and push the book into place.

The room was dead silent, and suddenly, I froze.

Oh holy shit, my panties.

My face went bright red with humiliation as I realized I had completely forgotten about my attire; or more importantly, the lack of it. From where I stood right above him on the ladder, I knew right then that both of them had a straight view right up to my bare pussy.

“Sasha.” Luke’s voice was dark and laced with ice, and I froze on the ladder.

“That is hardly work-place appropriate!”

I felt like I wanted to throw up, or run away, or cry; maybe all of the above. This was it; this was the horribly humiliating way I was going to lose my job.

“Mr. Steel, I’m so sor-“

“Not another word.”

Both men’s eyes’s blazed as they looked up at me, their jaws tense.

“Come down here,” Jordan said darkly, in a way that had both fear and something more wicked racing through my body.

I nodded slowly, feeling tears burning in my eyes as I slowly made my way down the ladder. At the bottom, I turned shame-faced to see them, now standing beside Jordan’s desk.

“Sasha, I want you to come over here.” Luke’s eyes burned into me, his face tight as as they roamed over my scandalous attire.

I swallowed heavily, my legs feeling shaky as I slowly approached them, feeling absolutely mortified.

“Mr. Steel, Mr. Stone, I-“

“Bend over.”

I froze as Jordan cut me off.

What had he just said?

His face went dark and tense as I hesitated, and he gritted his teeth as he said it once more. “I said bend, over.”

I quickly turned to Luke, who’s nodded. “Do what we say, Sasha.”

Suddenly, my little schoolgirl crush on the bosses seemed blown way out of proportion. What the hell were they asking of me!

“Sirs, I-” I took a quick breath, swallowing heavily. “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” I said quietly, feeling something raw and something wicked coursing through my body as the two men glowered down at me, their eyes blazing.

Jordan’s face darkened and he took a step towards me, his aftershave wafting over me. “I said bend fucking over, Sasha. Right fucking now.”

The sudden sharpness in his voice, the glint in his eyes, all of it should have sent me shrieking from the room in terror.

Instead, the opposite happened - my pussy throbbed beneath my short little skirt.

“Sasha, you have grossly violated our professional dress code here, and if you’d like to keep your job for longer than the next thirty seconds, you will bend over my fucking desk right now.”

The raw power coming off of them, the pure asshole cockiness exuding from both big, powerful men sent my pulse racing as my slit instantly grew wet. What was wrong with me? My whirling thoughts tried to focus on this job, and how much I needed it. I kept thinking about how hard I’d worked even to get this job, and how wrong this sort of behavior was coming from my bosses.

So why are you so turned on?

Slowly, as if in a dream, I found myself nodding, biting my lip as I obeying.

Obeying them.

My hands slid across the smooth surface of Jordan’s desk, feeling the coolness in the wood as I bent right over at the waist. My cheeks burned bright red, feeling my tiny tennis skirt pull right up over my ass and knowing that I was completely open and on display for him!

Suddenly, without warning and with a sharp crack, a hand came flat against the soft, yielding skin of my ass. Hot, stinging fire sizzled through my body as I yelped in surprise.

SMACK!

I could hear Luke growl as he brought his hand down across my upturned ass again, hard. I cried out with a high mewling squeal and a moan, my eyes squeezing shut.

Jordan sucked in a breath of air on the other side of my body, and when his hand came down on my other cheek, I cried out, pleasure flooding my body as his hand made sharp contact with my tender skin.

“You’ve been a bad, naughty girl.” Luke growled.

His voice was dark, hard and commanding behind me, and as his hand came down to spank me again, I could feel all of my pent up tension and all of my hidden away desire come flooding out as my pussy throbbed at his punishment.

I wanted this.

I sucked at my bottom lip, pushing my ass out further towards him as I closed my eyes against the naughty taboo feelings of pleasure flooding my body.

“I was bad, Sirs.”

SMACK.

Luke and Jordan’s hands came down again and again, alternating across my upturned, bare ass.

“And why were you bad?” Jordan growled into my ear, his big hands squeezing and rubbing the tender, red skin of my ass before he brought it back up to spank me again.

“I was bad for not wearing any panties! I was bad for coming into your office without any on!” The words began to tumble from my mouth as their hands came down again, jolting me against the side of the desk.

And suddenly, they stopped.

I could feel them move back, and slowly, my face burning just as hot as my ass, I stood and turned.

Their eyes burned into me, both of them looking like they were struggling to restrain themselves.

“You should go, Sasha,” Luke growled quietly.

“Now,” Jordan husked out.

My face fell. “Oh, God, am I fired?”

Luke frowned as he took a step towards me, his hand suddenly coming up to run a finger down my quivering jaw. “Just go back to your desk, Sasha.”

I nodded, my mind whirling at what had just happened. “Um, okay, should I pack my things?”

“We’ll speak to you at the end of the day,” Jordan said tightly, his hands clenched into fists at his side and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “But for now, you’re dismissed.”

I nodded, feeling a million different emotions roaring through my body as I looked at the floor. I felt shame for getting to into what had just happened, and fear of course. Because however sexy, and captivating these two men were, they also scared me.

In a very, very forbidden, wicked way.

“Sirs-”

“You are dismissed, Miss Reed,” Luke growled, his eyes flashing at me.

I swallowed quickly and nodded. I straightened my skirt as I quickly moved past them, my face bright red and my body still roaring in confusion as I quietly slipped out the door.