Paul turned back to her with his nostrils flaring. He wanted to bend her over his desk and fuck her right then and there. No woman had ever slapped him before. But this woman had a razor-sharp edge he wanted to cut himself on. She had a spine harder than most of his men. She had a fierceness that rivaled his own. He had never been so fucking hard in his life.
Regina pointed her finger in his face. "Touch me like that again, and see what happens."
Now he felt she was just baiting him. "If you do not want to be spanked and fucked against my desk, you better walk out right now."
His shoulders were tense, and his hand started to shake. The beast inside him was tearing through his restraints. His blood screamed for hers.
She turned around and headed to the door making a wise decision. She walked out the door without a backward glance, saving herself from a rough fuck that would leave her so sore she would not be able to walk for a week.