The Boss Project by Vi Keeland

Merrick’s brows drew together as he watched me. “What’s the matter?”

“I think I might’ve landed on a piece of glass.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I patted my butt again, and this time I felt a little wetness. There was a tinge of blood on my fingertips. “Shit…I’m bleeding.”

“Let me see.”

“It’s my ass!”

“Well, how are you going to see what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. A mirror, I guess?”

Merrick looked down at my bare feet and sighed. “Don’t move. There are probably still slivers all over. I hadn’t finished cleaning up.”

“Well, could you fi—” Before I could complete my sentence, he lifted me into the air and didn’t set me back down on my feet until we were in the living room.

I smoothed my shirt, which had ridden up. “A little notice you were going to do that would’ve been nice.”

“I didn’t feel like wasting time arguing about it.” He lifted his chin. “Go fix your ass.”

Twenty minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the bathroom door.

I sighed and creaked open the door enough to stick my head out.

“You okay in there?” Merrick asked.

I frowned. “No. I can’t get it. I feel it, but it’s not sticking out enough for me to pull it with my tweezers. I think it’s in pretty deep.”

“Let me take a look.”

I shook my head. “I’m just going to leave it.”

Merrick put his hands on his hips. “You’d rather leave a piece of glass in your ass than have me see a little skin? Pretend you’re wearing a bathing suit. Then strangers see half your ass.”

“I’d rather strangers see my whole ass than you see part of it.”

Merrick thumbed over his shoulder. “There’s an overpass a few miles away with a bunch of people living in tents. You want me to go get one of them to examine your cheek?”

I narrowed my eyes. “It’s not funny. This is all your fault, you know.”

“Would it make you feel better if I showed you my ass first?”

I tapped my finger to my lip. “Maybe?”

He chuckled. “Just let me in.”

“Fine.” I sighed and opened the door.

Merrick came into the bathroom and pointed to the shower curtain, which was no longer hanging and now on the floor of the tub, along with the rod. “What’s going on there?”

“Oh. In order to see my ass, I had to stand on the toilet. I lost my balance at one point, so I grabbed the shower curtain to steady myself, and it all came down.”

The corner of Merrick’s lip twitched. “Sounds like you have things under control.”

I squinted. “Just shut up and look at my ass.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Merrick sat down on the ledge of the tub while I turned around. I’d been dressed for bed when I heard the noise, so I had on a pair of flimsy pajama shorts. I lifted the back to expose my left cheek.

“Do you see anything?”

“I see a lot of red, which I’m guessing is from you trying to get it out. I’m going to touch the area, okay? See if I feel anything.”

I nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Warm fingers gently ran across my skin. Oh God. My traitorous body liked it. Thankfully I was not facing him, so at least he couldn’t see the heat creep up on my face.

“Anything?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“Not yet. I need to push a little harder, okay?”

Push a little harder. Jesus Christ. He needed to stop talking like that, too. I blew out a puff of air. “Just do whatever you need to do.”

He rubbed his fingers over my ass again, this time pressing down as he went.

“Ow!”

“Yeah. I feel it right there. It’s definitely fully beneath the skin. I’m going to need to squeeze it like a buried splinter to tease it out.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Fine. Go ahead.”

His fingers moved around the area for a few seconds before he stopped. “Can you…lie over my knee?”

“I’m not lying over your knee!”

“I need leverage, and it’s hard to squeeze with you in the upright position.”

I huffed. “Maybe we should go get that person under the bridge after all.”

Merrick laughed. “Come on. I’ll do it as fast as I can.”

“Fine.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

For the next five minutes, I laid, with my bare ass cheek hanging out, over my boss’s knee. And I hated the thoughts running wild through my head.

I kind of like it here.

I wonder what he’d do if I told him I wanted him to spank me?

He has such big hands. I bet the print he’d leave on my skin would be huge.

God…my clit was starting to tingle. Seriously?

Stop, Evie. Just stop.

All thoughts finally came to an abrupt halt when he squeezed so hard that tears formed in my eyes. “Ouch! That hurts!”

He let go. “It’s out.”

I reached around and rubbed my derrière. “Jesus. Did you cut off a piece of my flesh?”

“It was deeper than I thought. I had to squeeze hard.” Merrick pointed to the cabinet next to us, under the sink. “There should be a first aid kit under there. Grab it, and I’ll put some Bacitracin on this and cover it up.”