Julian and I met in his office at a little after six that morning. Despite my nervousness, I had to stifle a yawn, for I'd slept poorly the night before. And Julian looked even worse; I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes.

Though I was ten years his senior, he was many rungs above me on the corporate ladder. So while he got the executive office, I got the title of his assistant. Sometimes the power imbalance chafed at me, especially when he tried to throw his weight around. But although he often acted like a cocky bastard, he rarely did so with me. At forty-eight, my tolerance for bullshit was lower than ever, and Julian had grown to respect not only my talent, but also my candor. He seemed to understand that none of the eye candy parading around the office would be able to keep him in line.

Right now, however, my boss looked rattled. Far more rattled than I'd ever seen him. After several moments of pacing back and forth in front of his desk, he turned to me, his hazel eyes full of anguish. "I have a bad feeling about this, Eve."

"Don't say that," I replied in a firm tone. "You're going to do great in there."

In less than three hours, Julian and numerous company bigwigs would gather in the massive conference room, where he would give a presentation explaining the importance of our department. It would be his only shot at convincing the higher-ups that his job, along with mine and those of his other subordinates, shouldn't be eliminated during the current wave of cutbacks and layoffs.

I wore black slacks and low black heels, along with a vibrant blue blouse. That shade of blue was Julian's favorite color, and I'd hoped it would bolster his mood. Now, I wondered if I should have selected a more soothing hue. My hair was dyed its natural ash blonde color in an attempt to hide the encroaching gray. I'd pulled it back into a chignon, and, as always, the makeup I wore was subtle.

Julian ran both hands through his dark hair, mussing the strands. I would see to it that his appearance was immaculate before the presentation, but for now, I let him be. Beneath his tailored suit, his powerful build was easily discernible. Even I had to admit, though grudgingly and only to myself, that the man was gorgeous. His movie-star looks had taken him far in life.

"Let's go over it again," I told him. "Practice makes perfect."

Julian took a deep breath, then moved to stand behind his desk. When he started the presentation, which I'd heard so many times that I could almost recite it from memory, I reminded him not to scowl.

The longer he went on, the more exasperated I became. "Stop fidgeting!" I snapped, sounding harsher than I'd intended. "You're pulling at your suit coat and rubbing your chin. You're supposed to project confidence."

Julian gave the empty wastebasket near his desk a hard kick, sending it flying halfway across the room. "Goddamn it!" he shouted. I said a silent prayer of thanks that the offices surrounding his were unoccupied at this early hour. "I'm going to fuck this up, I know it! We're all going to lose our jobs."

Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us and placed my hands on his shoulders. Holding his stare, I said, "You need to relax."

"That's the thing—I can't relax!" He gazed at me helplessly. "Brittany used to do something to put me at ease before important meetings like this one, but..."

I knew it was a terrible idea to ask just what his ex-wife used to do in order to relax him. But these were desperate times. "How did she put you at ease?" Somehow, I kept my tone neutral.

Julian averted his eyes, looking all around the room. My God, was he actually blushing?

"She would..." He cleared his throat and tried again. "She would spank me."

I couldn't help it; I snickered. But only because I thought he was joking. His glare immediately made it clear he wasn't. 

"Just fucking forget it, Eve!" he said. "You can't help me."

"Wait!" I held up my hands, trying to placate him. "So you're telling me that you just... bent over and asked Brittany to give your ass a few smacks?"

His blush only deepened. "Well, it was more than a few."

"How the hell did that relax you?" I was genuinely confused.

"I don't know!" He sounded defensive, which wasn't at all what I wanted. "I guess I have a screw loose or something, but it always got rid of my tension."

Considering my options, I realized I had very few. If I let him deliver the presentation in his current state of mind, he would fuck up for sure. What he proposed was a small price to pay in order to save our jobs, I decided.

"Bend over the desk," I finally ordered. "And I swear to God, Julian, if you ever say a word to anyone about this—"

"Who would I tell?" He rushed to take off his suit coat. "You think I want to get fired for harassment?" I watched as he planted his palms against the desktop and then thrust his firm ass toward me. "You want me to take my pants down?" I detected the hopefulness in his question.

"Hell, no! This is over the clothes only, and it's just this once."

"Fine," he muttered, staring down at the desk.

The first smack I delivered to his right buttock was admittedly tentative. I'd never done anything like this before, even while being playful with a lover.

"Come on!" Julian taunted. "You can do better than that!"

The second time, I hit him hard enough to make my palm sting. Instead of crying out or swearing, he released a moan that was unmistakably sexual. 

"Oh, yeah, more of that!" he urged.

I gave his ass several more strikes in quick succession. When I paused, I realized I was breathing faster. I told myself it was those lust-filled moans of Julian's, and not the spanking, that had me aroused right now. 

But there was no denying that I was wet.

Though Julian remained motionless, I could hear his breathing quicken as well. "Keep going, Eve!" He sounded like the presentation was the last thing on his mind.

Beneath my blouse and bra, my nipples hardened. "Lower your pants," I told him quietly.

He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression incredulous. "What?"

"Lower your pants!" I repeated in a far louder voice.

Julian quickly stood upright and set about obeying my command. I wondered if he purposefully turned toward me, for I easily caught sight of his erection. That hard cock was such a nice size and shape! It was perfect, actually. 

And his ass! I had the sudden, nearly uncontrollable urge to sink my teeth into one of those globes. They were already pinkened from my slaps. Somehow, I managed to restrain myself, only lifting his shirt out of the way before I resumed the spanking. 

His pleasured groans grew louder from the skin-on-skin contact. Though my palm smarted, I loved seeing red handprints appear all over his ass.

"You like that?" I asked, sounding plenty excited myself.

"Fuck yes! It feels so good!"

"Such a naughty boy," I teased, "getting a hard-on during your spanking!" Raining more blows down on Julian's buttocks, I worked myself into a frenzy. Only when he whimpered did I notice him trembling. Fearing I'd gone too far, I immediately stopped.

Before I could apologize, Julian turned to face me. My gaze dropped to his gorgeous cock, which remained fully hard. Several seconds passed while we stood frozen in silence.

Then he lunged for me.

I didn't resist the fierce kiss he planted on my mouth. "Let this naughty boy fuck you," he begged, his lips against mine.

"We shouldn't; we work together," I weakly protested. Yet I reached between us to stroke his cock.

"Just this once," Julian coaxed. The feel of my hand sliding along the length of his shaft made him release a guttural sound from deep in his throat. "You can't leave me in this state! All I'll be thinking about during that presentation is fucking you." He cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples. "I know you're wet for me. Let me slide inside..."

I wrenched away from him, but instead of leaving the office, I began unbuttoning my pants. Did he see me shaking as I turned away to face his desk? As soon as I had my slacks and panties lowered, he embraced me from behind. I closed my eyes, sighing when he kissed my neck.

"I love this blouse you're wearing," Julian murmured. "Did you choose it just for me?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

He merely laughed while guiding me into the same position he'd held throughout his spanking. When he slid his hands over my buttocks, I said, "Don't you dare!"

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of trying to spank you." I heard the grin in his voice. "I'm the naughty one, remember?"

"You certainly are. Now, fuck me before anyone else shows up here!"

I shivered from the sensation of his cockhead gliding over my folds. "Mmm, you are dripping! So ready for my dick!" While speaking those words, Julian entered me with a firm thrust. 

Dear God, he felt so damn good! His cock filled my pussy completely, and I couldn't suppress another tremor of arousal. He started out with a gentle rhythm, his hands resting lightly on my hips. I allowed myself to bask in the sensual pleasure of what felt like lovemaking rather than fucking. His heavy breathing and soft groans carried to me, mingling with my faint cries.

Though I would have loved to do this for hours, I never forgot the relentless ticking of the clock. "Come on!" I goaded him. "You can do better than that!"

In response, Julian drove himself inside me balls deep. The powerful movement of his hips made me gasp. "Is that how you want it?" he asked, his tone almost playful. "Does that wet pussy of yours need a pounding?"

His body smacked against mine at a brutal pace. It was wild and primal, the way I stayed spread wide for him, with my fingers splayed on the desk in front of me, while he took me hard and fast. It had been months since I'd last had sex, and I knew I'd be feeling this fuck deep within my cunt for days.

"Don't stop!" I choked out.

Julian leaned forward, resting against me. His hands sought out mine on the desk, and I watched our fingers intertwine. The desk's edge dug into my flesh, but I made no complaint. Instead, I cried out all kinds of filthy things: Keep giving me that cock! Ruin my pussy! I'd never before carried on like that in bed, but pinned beneath Julian, I couldn't control myself.

He was still rutting away when I came hard all around him. Succumbing to a paroxysm of spasms, my lips parted in a soundless scream.

Even as I shuddered, Julian showed me no mercy. "I'm gonna empty my balls inside you!" His rhythm grew more frenzied, and I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. "You want my cum, don't you, baby?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!" I grew dangerously loud, but all my inhibitions seemed to have vanished.

I climaxed again, almost at the very moment Julian came inside me. The sound of his labored groan filled my ears, and I felt the exquisite throbbing of his cock as he gave me what I craved.

Slumping against the desk, I tried to focus on recovering from the earth-shaking orgasm, but my thoughts remained hazy with post-coital bliss. Instead of pulling out, Julian kissed my hair. I heard his soft laughter while he strained to reach the box of tissues on his desk. "I need to make sure I don't leave a mess behind."

"Christ, don't get cum on your suit!" I said through my own laughter.

Still buried inside me, he managed to grab several tissues. The feel of him easing out drew an involuntary whimper from my lips. Already, I regretted that we didn't have more time.

Julian set about wiping us both clean. A delicious shiver traveled through me as he gently tended to my well-fucked pussy. It was such an intimate act, and one I never imagined my boss would be performing on me! 

The sound of a nearby office door opening made us rush to get dressed. We didn't look at each other while straightening our clothes and hair, but once we were finished, Julian lifted his head and smiled. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Eve."

I didn't try to hide my own smile. "Are you nice and relaxed now?"

"Oh, yes! You've got me back on track." Giving me a meaningful stare, he added, "Too bad that was just a one-time thing."

I opened my mouth to reply but then decided against it. After Julian and I had visited the restroom to finish cleaning up, we went over the presentation again. It was astonishing to see the change in him; the man was the picture of confidence and self-assurance. I had no doubt he could convince anyone of anything at that moment.

From my office doorway, I watched him stride into the conference room, with his shoulders back and his head held high. Lowering my gaze to his sexy ass, I couldn't help but wonder if it was still tender.

The meeting went on for almost two hours. I constantly looked at the clock while struggling to contain my anxiety. Everyone in our department appeared on edge, their faces pinched with worry.

When I heard the conference room door open, I froze behind my desk. Fixing my stare on the hallway just outside my office, I held my breath and waited for a glimpse of Julian.

Moments later, he walked past, surrounded by several of the men and women who would decide our fate. As the group continued an animated conversation, Julian's eyes briefly met mine. Immediately, I knew he'd pulled it off: our department would be spared.

Just before the group whisked him away, no doubt on the way to a long lunch, he flashed that cocky grin I knew so well.

It was then that I resolved to take Julian out for drinks later on. Following our celebration, we'd end up at his place or mine, where I'd spank him hard enough to wipe that smirk off his face.

After all, someone had to keep him in line.