Free The Naughty Corner by Jasmine Haynes

he added.
    She didn’t get it. He didn’t have sex with her, well, he did , but it was this weird one-sided thing. “Do you only like to watch and spank and do things over the phone and email?”
    He laughed. “We’re just getting started. Don’t rush things.”
    She cocked her head. “What if the twins don’t misbehave?”
    He raised one brow. Her question didn’t require a verbal answer. Of course, they’d misbehave.
    So did this mean he wanted her? “Do you have a pen and paper?” she asked.
    He stepped around her, entered the kitchen, grabbed a pad off the counter by the phone, and returned to hand it to her.
    Lola scribbled everything down and shoved it back at him. “There. Satisfied?”
    He smiled. “Extremely.” Then he cupped her cheek, held her with his gaze. “You are absolutely perfect, my dear. And I will have you again.” Then he handed her the purse off the table, opened the door, and ushered her out.
    Perfect. He had her with that one word.
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    GRAY CLOSED THE DOOR. HIS HEART HAD STOPPED POUNDING, but his cock was still rock hard and throbbing. It was only with his last ounce of willpower that he’d managed not to undo his jeans and take her.
    She obviously had no clue how close to the edge he’d been. Which was good. He still retained the upper hand.
    Returning to the living room, he began clearing away the evidence of his debauchery.
    Rafe had called this morning to say his mom was letting him use her car to go to the movies with some of his friends. He wanted to stop by afterward. Gray knew why. Rafe was angling for a car of his own, and most likely the visit was for a little buttering up. Gray didn’t con himself into thinking his son actually wanted to spend time with him.
    If Rafe hadn’t said he’d stop by, Gray probably wouldn’t have been able to let Lola go.
    But he had her number, in more ways than one. And he would use it to his advantage when the time was right.
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    DAMMIT, SHE’D LEFT HER PHONE ON THE CAR’S CONSOLE. HOW the hell had she missed stuffing it in her purse? The whole time she’d thought she had it with her, but obviously not. Now it was flashing with messages. Instead of listening right then, she backed out of his driveway and drove half a block down. She didn’t want Gray to think she was waiting for him to come out to her car.
    “We’re running the test in fifteen minutes.” Frank. Giving her a fifteen-minute lead time. Just like an engineer not to consider that it would take her at least fifteen minutes to get there. The time stamp on the message was twenty minutes ago.
    The next message. George. “Where the hell are you, Lola?” Ten minutes later. She could strangle engineers.
    Frank. The third message. “Dammit, Lola, we can’t wait all day. It’s Sunday, for Christ’s sake.”
    She narrowed her eyes as if the two of them were right in front of her. She’d left all those messages for them, not one answer, then suddenly it was an emergency. Twenty minutes earlier, she’d been sitting on Gray’s lap with a vibrator in some very erogenous zones. Even if she’d put the phone in her purse, she wouldn’t have heard it ring. She wouldn’t have heard a jet landing on Gray’s front lawn.
    She dialed back on one of the missed calls. Frank answered, “Yo.”
    “Don’t start without me.” She used Gray’s you-will-do- what-I-say-or-else tone. “I’m on my way.”
    “Three minutes,” Frank said.
    “Fifteen,” she countermanded. They were just yanking her chain.
    There was no time to stop to put on her bra and panties. She’d pop into the ladies’ room at the Fletcher plant before she went to the lab.
    She didn’t speed, but her foot was heavier on the accelerator than it should have been, and she punched it at an intersection in order to get around a slow-moving truck.
    The twins would probably return from the movie before she did, but what the heck, they were almost sixteen. They could stay home alone. And maybe, for fear