“If that’s a rule, fine. But if you’re saying no because you think you’re in charge, then I’m shutting that shit down now. If I want you on your knees sucking me off right here, you will. If I want to bend you over your desk, I will.”

“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but didn’t argue.

He caught on to that because he said, “Maybe, but I make you wet. Wanna know why?”

I only arched a brow. Boy, did I want to hear this. “Because you like it when I tell you what to do. But I’d never do anything to hurt or humiliate you, including letting anyone in your office see you in a way you consider weak. Remember, while you might get on your knees for me, princess, you hold all the power.”

I stared at him. He was right. I could kick him out. Tell him no. Hell, have him arrested for some stupid charge because my last name held a lot of power. Whatever we did was on me.

“Yeah, you’re smart,” he continued. “You know exactly what I mean. Now give me those panties.”

He stepped back and I lost his heat.

Inwardly, I grumbled. Planned his demise. Hated his guts. All the while I reached beneath my dress and tugged my panties down and off, then handed them over.

He stared at the lavender lace, so feminine in his long, work-worn fingers, then tucked it into his shirt pocket.

“I’ll see you later, princess.”

I watched as he cut across the room.

“Wait! That’s it?” I bit my lip, realizing I sounded desperate. I didn’t do desperate because it made me appear weak. And the weak were preyed upon. Still, I had to know. “You expect me to… to just go without panties at work?”

He winked. “You won’t be able to think about anything else. See you around.”

With that, he turned and left. I stared at the open doorway, a little confused about what just happened as I felt cool air on my pussy. His pussy, the one that was very, very wet.

I went to the door, spoke to Julian. “Get me everything there is on Jed Barnett. And find out what deal my father had with John Marshall.”

5

JED

“What happened between you and North Wainright?” I asked, adjusting my grip on my steering wheel. I had my cell in a stand on my dash, set to speaker as I drove out of town.

“North?” my brother asked. “God, that was a long time ago.”