The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest(5)

By: Lydia Layne

Leaning down to place two of the bags at his feet, I lingered for an instant, inhaling his male essence so I could commit his heady scent to memory.

After turning off his computer monitor, Mr. Reed turned toward me for the first time. “You’re late,” he said, looking me over top to bottom, while somehow avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said with a small voice, knowing I should look down, contritely, but unable to divert my eyes from the sexy shadow that had already begun forming on his face.

“Did you get everything on my list?”

“Yes, sir. Everything you asked for is in those two bags... except for the things I’m wearing, just as you instructed.”

“I’m well aware of my instructions, Miss James.”

“Yes sir, of course you are.”


“Well what, sir?” I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

“Remove the coat, Miss James. I don’t have all day and would like to see what you purchased with my money,” Mr. Reed commanded, finally meeting my gaze.

His tight jaw and grim lips indicated his anger at my late arrival. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw something resembling heat.

Standing there, my confidence began to crumble. Could I really do this, strip down to almost nothing in front of my handsome billionaire boss?

“I’m waiting, Miss James,” Mr. Reed said, tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk.

Taking a deep breath and sucking in my gut, I undid the buttons, one-after-another, until the coat parted, exposing a hint of skin and black lace.

I paused, partly for effect, and partly to gather my courage for what I had to do next.

Slipping the coat off my shoulders, I let it drop to my feet, fully revealing my curvaceous body scantily clad in the black lingerie.

Mr. Reed’s eyes assessed my curves with a hot, hungry look, beginning with the corset that cinched in my wide waist while pushing my large breasts up and over the top. A hint of nipple was showing just above the lacy fabric.

His eyes traveled downward to the small scrap of matching lace that barely covered my mound. Although he couldn’t see the opening, based on his list, we both knew that, further down, the lace parted.

If I moved my legs apart even a few inches...well, let’s just say that nothing below my waist would be left to the imagination.

Reaching in to one the shopping bags, Mr. Reed pulled out the leather paddle, holding it in one hand while slapping it against the other.

“I can see that you are excellent at following directions, Miss James,” he said, the bark in his voice replaced with a slightly softer tone. “It’s a shame that you must still be punished for your tardiness. Perhaps a stern paddling will teach you to be on time.”

I swallowed hard, my body trembling with fear and something else: unbridled lust. This assignment had turned extremely personal and I was suddenly wet with desire for Mr. Reed.

“Take your hair down,” he instructed, still slapping the paddle against his hand.

I tugged at the elastic band that held my makeshift bun in place and my long blonde hair was released in a cascade of waves across my shoulders and down my back.

I watched as his lips curled up faintly, an almost-smile that made me tingle all over.

Putting the paddle on his desk, Mr. Reed reached down and retrieved a black scarf from one of the shopping bags. He stood and closed the short distance between us.

“Turn around,” he said, a quiet command.

I obeyed, not knowing or caring what he had planned.

For six months I had worshipped Mr. Reed from afar. In this moment, with my heart racing from his nearness, I would have gladly done anything he asked.

He leaned forward and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

“You’re a very beautiful young woman, Miss James,” he whispered. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. Here, like this. Under my control.”

His words made me tingle and my skin erupted in gooseflesh. “The moment you first saw me?”

He reached over and tied the scarf snugly across my eyes.

“You were flirting with the courier as you signed for a package. Your laughter filled the quiet lobby, catching my attention as I left the building. At first, I didn’t see your face, only your profile, which highlighted your womanly curves. You had your hair down that day.”

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