That was a first for me. Sure, I’d fooled around a bit—or more—over the years. About forty percent of my employees were female, and I hadn’t always been an angel in the workplace.

But turning an employee over my knee and spanking her sweet ass? That was definitely a first. And hot as hell.

So now I was up on the rooftop getting a breath of fresh air. And giving myself a little time. Probably showing up at the board meeting with a raging erection was not the best way to show Erin my support.

God, the way she’d responded. The way she’d squirmed when I touched her. There was a very naughty woman inside her somewhere, and I was determined to get that girl to come out and play more often.

Erin may be innocent now, but she wasn’t going to stay that way. Not if I had anything to do with it. Not after how sensually she’d reacted to my touch.

I’d known she was a beautiful woman, but damn, I’d never known how smooth those legs would be… legs that I wanted to be straddling me soon. And those soft, inviting thighs I wanted my head between. And holy crap, that ass. It was all I could do to keep from ripping her panties off with my teeth. If I’d known her body was that hot, I would have had her be the one in just underwear during the training sessions instead of me.

That may have been her first spanking, but it definitely wouldn’t be her last. Not now that I knew how gorgeous her ass was. Not now that I knew how much she liked it.

She was perfect for me, and I wasn’t going to stop until she was mine.

But first there was this presentation to get through. And then the shareholder meeting next week. And then Erin could truly be a contributing member of the company without feeling like she didn’t belong.

Erin was already in the main conference room when I sauntered in. I couldn’t resist touching her lower back as I passed by her. Then, since the other members of the board were seated around the oblong table, either chatting with each other or using their phones, I slid my hand down to her cheek, squeezing her tender flesh before releasing her. I heard her gasp as I walked to my place at the head of the table.

And then I got to watch her while the others were still preoccupied. She was so fucking lovely. I didn’t think that about many women, but she was. Graceful. Feminine. She deserved to have a clear, pleasant speaking voice to match her natural charm.

Erin pulled up her presentation slides, and then went to the window to close the blinds. I could’ve done that with the touch of a button, but I knew she was trying to keep busy. When she was done, she sat on the edge of her chair. This was supposed to be an informal meeting, and I’d wanted her sitting. Hopefully, she’d be less nervous that way.

But wait a minute. She wasn’t sitting. She was perching. That made her look nervous. Anxious. And it wasn’t allowed.

But how to remind her of that? I thought for a moment and then grinned. I slammed my hand down on the table, making everyone jump. “Sorry, there was a fly. I had to smack it.” I stared Erin down while I said that, and predictably, she blushed. Which made her look somehow both cuter and hotter at the same time. It was an intoxicating combination.

She got the message, though. The smack of my hand reminded her of me spanking her. Which reminded her of her tender backside. Which, presumably, reminded her that it was supposed to be fully seated, not perching.

Erin scooted back, wincing slightly. Poor baby… her sweet cheeks must be sore. Which meant my plan worked—that would distract her during the presentation. The memory of her luscious ass over my lap was definitely distracting me.

Then it was time to start. I said a few words to get things rolling. Erin didn’t know it, but I’d told the others to keep it as low-key as possible. To take notes, doodle on notepads, glance at their phones during the presentation. Just enough so that Erin wouldn’t feel like she was in the spotlight.

She began well. Speaking calmly and confidently. Perhaps she could have projected her voice a little more, but she was doing okay. At the shareholder meeting next week, there’d be a microphone, so the volume of her voice wasn’t much of an issue.

Justine was staring at Erin with disbelief. Poor girl—she probably thought that the woman she’d interviewed had been Erin’s twin sister or something. Brad leaned back in his chair and watched Erin, a slight smile on his lips. He was proud of her, as was I.

The other members of the board were listening and sometimes taking notes, as I’d asked them to. They didn’t know the degree to which Erin feared public speaking, so for them, this was just a normal occurrence. But the fact that it struck them as a normal presentation meant that Erin was doing a good job.

Then about halfway through her presentation, she stumbled over a large number on a chart on the screen. It was a minor thing, she misread the number. But it made her tense up. I could see it happening. There was a long pause, and then she started speaking—faster. Too fast. Which made her nervous. Which made her speak faster. I could see the cycle playing out on her face.

I needed to interrupt it, pronto. But how?

Something to distract her. To get her mind in the gutter and make her face red again. Red… that was the key.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the paint chip strip. I sure was getting a lot of mileage out of that thing. Ostentatiously, I waved it through the air for a minute and then squinted at it. Once I was sure that Erin saw me, I held it up as if I were trying to judge how red her face was. Soft Rose. That wasn’t bad.

Then I winked and sat up straighter, almost rising from my seat. I pretended to peer over the edge of the table, as if trying to assess the color of her ass.

That did the trick. Erin’s face darkened, but she paused a moment, took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, it was slower. Calmer.

Shit, I still couldn’t believe this actually worked. But it did, like a dream. Of course, the next task would be a lot bigger. At the shareholder meeting, she’d be standing at a podium, on a stage, in front of a room full of people.

Hmm… maybe I could just chain her naked to the podium. That would be a hell of a distraction. But then the shareholders might be taken aback when I couldn’t resist kissing every inch of her body.

Shit, these thoughts were going to make my cock so hard I’d have to take another time-out on the roof. I vowed to be good for the rest of the presentation and think pure thoughts.

Mostly.

Erin seemed to inspire all kinds of dirty thoughts, but I did my best. I think. Brad glanced over at me once and smirked, but no one else seemed to notice how badly I wanted to grab Erin, bend her over the table, and make her scream my name.

And then it was over. Erin wrapped up her spiel, and it was time for questions. I joined in, trying to make it seem like a discussion, not as if the board members were grilling her.

On the whole, they seemed amenable to Erin’s ideas. It still struck me as a little absurd that a company built around my love for toys, games, and fun might actually make things that could help improve senior citizens’ lives. But Erin thought we could.

And she seemed to have convinced the board.

Max shook her hand on his way to another meeting. Carol stopped and chatted. And Brad came up to me. “Unbelievable.”

I shook my head in wonder. “Do you really think Seth-Tech is the right company to take on this kind of project?”

“Yes,” Brad said simply. “But I was referring to her. Unbelievable the difference between her interview and today. Your private lessons are working miracles.”

Had he put a slight emphasis on the word ‘private?’ Perhaps. But if he suspected what Erin and I had been up to, he wouldn’t rat us out to anyone. Not that he could get me fired or anything—I was the CEO. But if he told Justine, I was sure to get an earful from her. And then some.

“I’m proud of her,” I said. It was true.

“You should be. Maybe there’s a chance in hell you will actually win that bet.”

“You seem to be downplaying the odds. When the last time you won a bet against me? Better get some cash together, my friend.”

He chuckled. “I’m not about to run off to the bank just yet. The shareholder meeting is an entirely different kind of speaking engagement. What does she think about it?”

Shit.

I hadn’t even mentioned it to her. I hadn’t wanted to overwhelm her. But since it was next week—and out of town—I needed to tell her soon. But hell, I could give her a few minutes to enjoy her victory.

And she was enjoying it. She’d done well, and there were equal parts of relief and pleasure on her face. She smiled warmly as Carol said something to her, likely praise for a job well done, judging by Erin’s smile.

One by one, the others filed out, chatting with her and congratulating her as they left.

And then we were the only two left in the room. I walked to the door, and Erin picked up her laptop to follow me. But when I got to the door, I closed it and turned to face her.

Slowly, she put down the laptop as she turned to me. “What did you think?”

Her eyes were flashing, and her face was flushed—but with excitement, not embarrassment. Her lips were the purest pink I’d ever seen. I couldn’t stop staring at them.

“You were fantastic.”

The smile on her face grew twice as big, and then we both rushed forward, as if pulled together by magnets. My hands wrapped around her, pulling her close as my lips met hers.

In my enthusiasm, I’d lifted her off the ground, so I swirled her around before pressing her back against the door. Instantly, I found her wrists and pinned them against the hard wood behind her while I ravished her mouth.

God, this was a kiss. Not like those earlier pecks on the lips. This was a real kiss, and she was incredible. Her moan. The way her tongue shyly pressed back against mine. The scent of her hair. The way she melted under my touch.

She moaned deep in the back of her throat as I pressed my knee against her thighs, parting them. Even through her skirt, I could feel the heat from her slit, and I remembered how good it had felt to stroke her there. That had been so damn hot, but this was even better. There were few things in life hotter than a woman coming apart at the seams from your kiss.

Erin ground herself against my knee, and I moved my lips to her throat, nibbling, licking, teasing. God, I wanted to lick her everywhere. Taste her everywhere.

And I would. Soon. But probably not in the conference room with my colleagues just on the other side of the wall.

Slowly, I released her lips as I kissed my way up to her earlobe. I bit gently on it, making her squirm. But then I stopped and whispered directly into her ear. “Really proud of you, Newbie.”

Her smile returned. I could see it as I drew back. I was pretty damn sure she wanted more to happen between us, too, but she knew as well as I did that it shouldn’t be here.

Stepping back, I had to reach down and adjust my pants—that was happening a lot around her. Erin looked pleased but rather dazed as she ran her finger over her swollen mouth, as if retracing the places where mine had been. She was so cute when she did that.

“Does this mean we’re done with our afternoon training sessions?” she asked, looking up at me.

That was easy to answer for several reasons. “No.”

“I’m glad,” she whispered.

Her smile was so full of promise that I had to kiss her again.