Free Spanking Sydney by Paige Tyler

he didn’t make it easy on them. The records he’d had pulled for them filled two good-sized cardboard boxes, and part of a third. He was probably hoping if he drowned them in paperwork, she and Max would get so fed up, they’d say the hell with it.
    “You’re welcome to use one of the conference rooms, if you’d like,” Alec offered.
    Max shook his head “Thanks, but it’d be easier if we just take everything back to the hotel.”
    Sydney looked at him sharply. It would?
    “I didn’t want Friedman looking over our shoulders,” Max explained as they walked to the parking lot.
    “You don’t trust him?” she asked.
    “Right now, I don’t trust anyone.”
    Back at the hotel, Max ordered room service while Sydney changed into the shorts and cami-top she’d brought. When she came out of the bathroom, Max was pulling on a T-shirt to go with the jeans he’d put on. From the way he hungrily eyed her nearly naked figure, she thought he might suggest a quickie before they got to work, but he was all business.
    Determined to behave herself—at least for the moment—Sydney sat at the desk and began comparing the figures on the Sentinel accounts with the ones from Design-Tech. After two and a half hours straight, it felt like she was going cross-eyed.
    Tossing her pen on the desk, she got up and stretched her arms over her head. Max glanced up from the spreadsheets he was comparing, his gaze skimming her scantily-clad form. He looked as exhausted as she was. Maybe he needed a break, too.
    Giving him a sexy smile, she turned back to the desk. But instead of sitting down, she bent over and propped her head on her hand, wiggling her ass back and forth as she look at the topmost spreadsheet. She got halfway down the page before a strong hand cupped her bottom. Her grin broadened. That was easy.
    “Are you deliberately trying to distract me?”
    She shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear. “Is it working?”
    “Oh, it’s working,” he said huskily. “It’s also going to get you a spanking.”
    Her pulse skipped a beat. “Really?”
    “Yes.” He pushed her hair aside and pressed his lips to her neck. “I’ll have you know that deliberately distracting me while I’m trying to work is an extremely spankable offense, Ms. Davis.”
    She let out a throaty sigh as he trailed kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. “I’ll have to remember that, Mr. Daniels.”
    Max chuckled and straightened to his full height behind her. Putting a hand on her back to hold her in place, he gave her ass a hard smack. Sydney jumped, but the soft yelp she made barely escaped her lips before he brought his hand down on her other cheek, harder this time. He smacked one cheek, then the other in slow, rhythmic succession, before stopping to hook his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pull them down to mid-thigh. Underneath, she was wearing a tiny pair of bikini panties that barely covered her ass cheeks, and he lightly ran his hand over the silky material.
    Sydney moaned, torn between wanting him to keep doing what he was doing and spanking her again. Max made the decision for her, lifting his hand and bringing it down sharply on her panty-covered bottom.
    She gasped, biting her lip as that smack was followed by another, then another, each harder than the previous one. Max paused between spanks to rub the sting away, and the combination of sensations was practically mind-blowing. How could she enjoy getting her ass smacked like this? Then again, did it really matter? It turned her on, and that was the whole point of foreplay, wasn’t it? As if in answer, her pussy spasmed.
    Sydney was so caught up in how good the spanking felt, she barely even realized when Max stopped to slowly slide her panties down. He gave her stinging ass a firm squeeze.
    She moaned.
    “Does that feel good?” he asked softly.
    “Mm-hmm.”
    He trailed his hand teasingly up the inside of her leg to the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Sydney