himself from lusting after her. She tied him in knots without even knowing it: independent nature and keen intellect, along with form fitting suits that showed every subtle dip and curve. The fuck-me heels she wore everyday; showing off her slim legs and perfect calves. It all made for a stunning package and her beautiful face topped it all off. Her deep red lips and deep brown eyes set off her darker complexion. It was a wonder he made it through each day without taking her on the first flat surface he could find.
It had been on the tip of his tongue to tell her he wasn’t going to allow her to let her nymph out on anyone but him. He saw glimpses of the saucy, free-spirited woman who lurked beneath the surface. The heated looks she shot his way when she didn’t think he was looking. The seductress who could sweet-talk even the grumpiest of clients into agreeing with their plans.
She wasn’t overly flirtatious with men or women. She didn’t promise them one thing then deliver another. She charmed them. Seduced them. Pulled them into her way of thinking while keeping it professional. She was a force to be reckoned with and, damn, that turned him on.
Griff finally opened the door and stepped inside. He shut it behind him before taking a seat across from Jack. As per usual, he slumped down in the chair, feet stretched out in front of him. “You need to quit, Jack. That woman is going to blow and soon. Hell, she’s already sprayed water all over the place.”
Jack grimaced. It had been a dick move, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her playing in that pleasure palace without him. “At least it evaporated—mostly.”
“What did she have planned?”
Jack snorted. “A week at Satyr.” It was one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. It catered to a certain clientele, and he’d yet to gain acceptance. There was an extensive background and genealogy search, and he’d been told it could take six months to a year for it to be complete. He was sick of waiting and beginning to wonder if there was another way in.
Breath whooshed loudly out of Griff. “Damn. That had to cost a pretty penny.”
“It did,” more than Jack had expected. “It isn’t like she’s out the money. I explained to the woman I talked to that something had come up unexpectedly. I paid the cancellation fee and ensured Lisa could use the pre-paid amount another time.”
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate that later. Right now—I’m pretty sure she’s thinking of ways to maim you. And you’re seriously going to allow her to go to Satyr?”
“Only if she’s with me. The thought of her going there and dallying with some idiot makes me want to commit murder.”
“That may not be the best way to win her over.”
Jack shrugged. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to find a way to get what I want.”
“By anymore you mean…” Griff trailed off, waiting for Jack to fill in the rest.
“I mean I want to lock her in my office and fuck her senseless. Erase every man she’s ever been with from her mind. Then I want to take her home and keep her there until she promises to be mine forever. Even then, I’m not sure I’d let her go.”
“You’ve got it pretty bad.”
“No shit,” Jack muttered.
The room fell silent. A hesitant knock sounded at the door. A couple seconds passed before Lisa turned the knob and came in, balancing a tray with two cups, sugar, creamer and two pastries on one hand. She set it down on his desk and walked around to stand next to Jack. Lisa leaned across him, brushing her nubile body against him, then brought a new window up on one of the monitors. Backtracking and leaving him on edge, she left without a word, the door shutting silently behind her.
Jack took a ragged breath. The crisp scent of a dewy morning rain filled his lungs. His erection tented the fabric of his pants easily, throbbing with the need to feel the tight clamp of her pussy. If she broke the ironclad hold she had on her nymph and gave
It had been on the tip of his tongue to tell her he wasn’t going to allow her to let her nymph out on anyone but him. He saw glimpses of the saucy, free-spirited woman who lurked beneath the surface. The heated looks she shot his way when she didn’t think he was looking. The seductress who could sweet-talk even the grumpiest of clients into agreeing with their plans.
She wasn’t overly flirtatious with men or women. She didn’t promise them one thing then deliver another. She charmed them. Seduced them. Pulled them into her way of thinking while keeping it professional. She was a force to be reckoned with and, damn, that turned him on.
Griff finally opened the door and stepped inside. He shut it behind him before taking a seat across from Jack. As per usual, he slumped down in the chair, feet stretched out in front of him. “You need to quit, Jack. That woman is going to blow and soon. Hell, she’s already sprayed water all over the place.”
Jack grimaced. It had been a dick move, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her playing in that pleasure palace without him. “At least it evaporated—mostly.”
“What did she have planned?”
Jack snorted. “A week at Satyr.” It was one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. It catered to a certain clientele, and he’d yet to gain acceptance. There was an extensive background and genealogy search, and he’d been told it could take six months to a year for it to be complete. He was sick of waiting and beginning to wonder if there was another way in.
Breath whooshed loudly out of Griff. “Damn. That had to cost a pretty penny.”
“It did,” more than Jack had expected. “It isn’t like she’s out the money. I explained to the woman I talked to that something had come up unexpectedly. I paid the cancellation fee and ensured Lisa could use the pre-paid amount another time.”
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate that later. Right now—I’m pretty sure she’s thinking of ways to maim you. And you’re seriously going to allow her to go to Satyr?”
“Only if she’s with me. The thought of her going there and dallying with some idiot makes me want to commit murder.”
“That may not be the best way to win her over.”
Jack shrugged. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to find a way to get what I want.”
“By anymore you mean…” Griff trailed off, waiting for Jack to fill in the rest.
“I mean I want to lock her in my office and fuck her senseless. Erase every man she’s ever been with from her mind. Then I want to take her home and keep her there until she promises to be mine forever. Even then, I’m not sure I’d let her go.”
“You’ve got it pretty bad.”
“No shit,” Jack muttered.
The room fell silent. A hesitant knock sounded at the door. A couple seconds passed before Lisa turned the knob and came in, balancing a tray with two cups, sugar, creamer and two pastries on one hand. She set it down on his desk and walked around to stand next to Jack. Lisa leaned across him, brushing her nubile body against him, then brought a new window up on one of the monitors. Backtracking and leaving him on edge, she left without a word, the door shutting silently behind her.
Jack took a ragged breath. The crisp scent of a dewy morning rain filled his lungs. His erection tented the fabric of his pants easily, throbbing with the need to feel the tight clamp of her pussy. If she broke the ironclad hold she had on her nymph and gave
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