City of Wind and Lies by Darma Day

Author:Darma Day [Day, Darma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-28T00:00:00+00:00

The heady scent of woodsy spice floods my nostrils on an inhale before Bowie’s voice registers in my ears. I swear my sense of smell is fucking supercharged lately.

“Wren,” he murmurs in a low, gravelly tone as he shakes my shoulder.

“Hmm?” I grunt, reaching my arms out above my head and blinking my eyes open. “Oh shit, what time is it?

Bowie’s hazel eyes flicker with a warmth that seems to be reserved for me as his knuckles graze my cheek. “Just after two-”

“Fuck,” I groan, swinging my legs over the edge of the couch and pushing to my feet. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I wanted to get through the next training section before you got home. Now I won’t have enough time to complete it and take a shower before the doctor gets here.” I huff out a sigh. “Actually,” I say, pacing the floor and talking with my hands. “Maybe if I read the material instead of watching the videos I can get to the-”

Bowie’s hand darts out to catch my wrist and he yanks me into his chest, his lips slamming down on mine and abruptly ending my spiral. My own lips part with a gasp and his tongue tangles with mine for a moment before it retreats and he breaks the kiss.

“I can talk to your boss,” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. “He seems like a reasonable man. I’m sure he’ll let you make up for it tomorrow.”

I roll my bottom lip between my teeth. “Oh yeah? I don’t know… he’s kinda a hard ass, I’ll probably get in trouble.”

“Hmm,” he muses, leaning back to face me. “Would you prefer it if he punished you?”

Heat pools between my thighs at his insinuation and I nod up at him demurely.

“Well then, Miss James,” he says, his voice turning serious, face schooled. “It’s come to my attention that you didn’t make it through your assigned coursework today. Is that true?”

“Yes,” I say, stepping back and dropping my head, playing my part to a tee.

His fingers grip my chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Yes, what?”

My heart pounds with excitement. “Yes, Mr. Sorrentino,” I breathe.

Bowie folds his arms across his chest. “I really don’t like giving extensions…”

“Please sir,” I beg, clasping my hands together in front of me. “I promise to make it up to you.”

“I guess I could let it slide, but I’m still going to have to punish you.”

My stomach knots in nervous anticipation as he guides me toward the sofa, instructing me to kneel facing the back of it and grip the edge. I do as he says, my heart slamming against my ribcage, palms starting to sweat as I curl my fingers around the back of the suede sofa.

He rests his hands on my hips, the heat of his palms singeing through the material of my leggings as he leans forward and murmurs, “Good Girl,” in my ear.

Fuck, I love it when he says that.

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