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lip, preparing a story then winced as he lifted a brow as if to say, I dare you to lie to me. But she did it anyway, although not with as much conviction as she might have wished. He was just too scary at the moment. “Um…I wanted to see my piercings?” She waited, and when he didn’t immediately respond, blurted, “I’ll pay for the toner and the paper, sir.”
    Bryce’s eyes were fierce, frightening slits—completely sexy—which was not something she should be thinking right this moment. Not when she was about to be fired.
    “This is misappropriation of office equipment,” he rasped softly, like Dirty Harry to a perp. “A firing offense. What do you think I should do with you?”
    Raelie froze, heat draining away as the blood left her face. “Perhaps you could suspend me instead?” she asked hopefully. After all…he’d asked.
    “Suspension seems a little light for this kind of infraction,” Morgan said from the sofa.
    There wasn’t of hint of teasing in his hard voice. Lord, had her sin been so bad that even Morgan Markham was shocked? Shame shivered through her. She closed her eyes. It was one thing for Bryce to see the picture. But Morgan too? What had she been thinking? She bent her head. “Maybe you could…” She bit her lip. The only retribution she could think of that she deserved seemed every bit as inappropriate as her
    “infraction”…and completely self-serving.
    “What, Miss Wood?” Bryce insisted, stepping closer and folding his arms across his chest. “What do you think I should do?”
    She didn’t back away. Each shortened breath dragged in his spicy scent and warmed the parts that had burned when the copier light hit them. Slowly, she looked up.
    “Maybe you could…spank me?”
    A choking sound came from the couch.
    Bryce aimed a killing glare at his partner before focusing on her again. “Spank you? Does that seem an appropriate and professional punishment? It sounds like something the State Employment Board would definitely frown upon.”
    She quickly shook her head, although she knew her continued insistence could get her fired for sure. If she was about to get the boot, she couldn’t blow this last chance at getting what she wanted. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. Now or never. “I would never tell. I’ve wanted your attention for the longest time, sir.”
    Bryce blinked, his expression still neutral, but she saw a hint of tension in the grinding of his jaw. Then his gaze softened, fractionally.
    His hesitation gave her hope. Raelie felt a rush of power sweep through her. If he was intrigued, here was a weakness she could exploit. She turned abruptly away and glanced over her shoulder—at him then at Morgan—and walked around him to his desk, bent over the gleaming wood, and reached back to inch up her skirt over her bare buttocks. “Just for the record, sir, you didn’t ask me to do this.”
    “Looks like Bryce could be the one to scream sexual harassment,” Morgan murmured. “Want me to leave, Bry, while you…uh, handle this?”
    “We’re partners,” Bryce said, his voice still level. “It’s our copier she abused.”
    Raelie faced forward and rose on her tiptoes, lifting her bottom higher. Seconds ticked by. The longer she laid there, her ass perked for them both to see every inch of her feminine anatomy, the more nervous she got. Her stomach clenched. Maybe she’d misinterpreted the signs and colored them with her own desires.
    At last, the slide of leather through cloth told her he was removing his belt. She bit back a whimper at the thought, but a tiny groan slipped out.
    “Are you afraid of my belt, Miss Wood?”
    “Yes, sir,” she said in a small tight voice, so excited she thought she’d melt from the inside out and end up a gooey puddle at the foot of his desk.
    A warm, heavy hand cupped one cheek, molding it. Clothed thighs pushed against the backs of hers. Bryce leaned in and pinned her to the desk. “I’ve watched you, Miss Wood.