Even though I was flushed and panting, I resisted. “You’re using me.”

His fingers stilled inside me, and I whimpered.

“How the fuck is me rubbing your g-spot until you drip all over my hand using you?” he questioned.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” My voice was a whine, my emotions raw and exposed, like a nerve on a bad tooth. I stared at his Stetson, knew he wasn’t a paper pusher. A rich CEO playing at being from Montana. Jed Barnett was a born and bred cowboy. Rugged and abrasive to the core.

“I’m giving, not taking, North.” His voice was calm. Even. He’d lost that bossy rasp.

I shook my head, looked over my shoulder at him. “Everyone wants something.”

His eyes flared in surprise, then narrowed, as if resolved to something. He thrust into me again with those skilled fingers, curling them over, yup, my g-spot, which no other guy had ever found before.

“If we’re having this conversation while I’m finger fucking you, I’m not doing it right. You’re going to come, princess. Unless you say the word no, you don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t like being out of control.”

“I can tell, but you are in control. You say no, this stops. You’re sopping wet from this, from giving over. Nothing wrong with someone else taking charge of you. Your secret’s safe with me.”

His thumb found my clit again and I slapped the desk with my sweaty palm as my mind lost the fight. He was too skilled. It felt too good.

I was close, right on the brink. I hovered there, whimpered. Moaned.

“Give it to me,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

“You will,” he urged.

I turned my head, met his dark gaze. Saw the desire there, the need driving him to satisfy me.

He thought I was fighting him. I was, or I had been before it felt too good, until I went with him wherever he was taking me.

“I can’t,” I repeated and after a second, he caught on.

I couldn’t come from a man. Not like this. I’d never been able to. I had orgasms, but I had to give them to myself. Even a guy as seemingly skilled as Jed, my body couldn’t get there. Some guys didn’t even notice. Others got pissed off, thinking I had to control even that, but if I wanted an orgasm, I had to give it to myself. That was why I ditched men except for escorts. Men who did whatever I wanted and didn’t get pissed when I got myself off while they were fucking me

Except Jed.

“Can you come on your own?”

I nodded.