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stood there glaring at him with pure fury and unfulfilled need in her eyes made her the most arresting woman he had ever met.
Grant nodded once. “I can be. Just remember I’m one of the assholes you love, one of the assholes that loves you.” He turned and followed Cade out of the living room, but not before he caught the astonishment that froze her in place.
Chapter Four
She never should have gone out with them. More, she damn sure never should have let down her defenses the way she had done. She had given in, submitted to everything they told her, and look where it had gotten her.
Justice spun on her heel, stomped several steps across her office, and paced back again. What the hell had she been thinking? Her gaze landed on her desk chair, and she remembered Wednesday morning’s phone call. Hadn’t she sat right there after Cade hung up bound and determined to make it through another meeting with him and Grant and escape it intact?
Yeah, fuck lot of good that determination did you the second you were face-to-face with them.
No, it hadn’t happened that quickly. She might have been able to hold on to her resolve if they hadn’t touched her, if they hadn’t revealed their knowledge of her deepest, darkest desires, if they hadn’t told her she belonged to them.
Grant had said they wouldn’t walk away. Yet, wasn’t that exactly what they had done? It was Friday, a full thirty-five hours and sixteen minutes since they had walked out of her living room, and neither of them had so much as called.
“Fuck you both.” She walked to her desk with full intentions of getting to work, but the restless energy she had been battling since Wednesday night had driven her to complete everything she had to work on at the moment.
Everything except the Waverly case.
Ugg, she so didn’t want to work on that right now. Every time she so much as thought about Thomas Waverly, she thought about Cade and Grant, about the way they had tortured her, about Grant’s parting words.
Just remember I’m one of the assholes you love, one of the assholes that loves you.
“One of the assholes that teased me into a freaking frenzy and left me unable to concentrate on anything but getting fucked.”
God, she ached all over. She couldn’t sit without her ass stinging in remembrance of the sharp spanking Grant had given her. He hadn’t gone easy, delivering each smack with a controlled force that had set the cheeks of her ass on fire. Then he had spanked her pussy the same way.
She braced her hands on the edge of her desk as the echoing pleasure-pained bliss that had yet to diminish shot through her core. One more slap and she would have come. She had been that close. Instead, he had left her teetering on the edge of delirium with an explicit order not to get herself off.
And you actually listened.
She bowed her head, closing her eyes as she attempted to find a strength within herself to overcome the fierce need wreaking havoc through her body. She had listened, though why she did remained a total mystery. She had walked around for the last thirty-five hours and—she glanced at the clock in the corner of her computer screen—twenty minutes so horny she could barely function, and yet she hadn’t disobeyed that single command, hadn’t even come close to doing anything to relieve the violent ache.
You don’t want to be punished again.
Hell, no. She had not listened because she wanted to be a good girl, for crying out loud.
You know nothing you can do will really help.
Yeah, that came closer to the truth. She sighed and straightened only to plop down in her desk chair feeling utterly defeated. Sure, she could masturbate, but what good would it do her? It had never helped in the past. It sure as shit wouldn’t help now that they had kissed her, touched her, told her they loved her.
Okay, only Grant had said that. Had he really meant it?
He knows you’re in love with him, with them.
And that topped the list of likely more
Grant nodded once. “I can be. Just remember I’m one of the assholes you love, one of the assholes that loves you.” He turned and followed Cade out of the living room, but not before he caught the astonishment that froze her in place.
Chapter Four
She never should have gone out with them. More, she damn sure never should have let down her defenses the way she had done. She had given in, submitted to everything they told her, and look where it had gotten her.
Justice spun on her heel, stomped several steps across her office, and paced back again. What the hell had she been thinking? Her gaze landed on her desk chair, and she remembered Wednesday morning’s phone call. Hadn’t she sat right there after Cade hung up bound and determined to make it through another meeting with him and Grant and escape it intact?
Yeah, fuck lot of good that determination did you the second you were face-to-face with them.
No, it hadn’t happened that quickly. She might have been able to hold on to her resolve if they hadn’t touched her, if they hadn’t revealed their knowledge of her deepest, darkest desires, if they hadn’t told her she belonged to them.
Grant had said they wouldn’t walk away. Yet, wasn’t that exactly what they had done? It was Friday, a full thirty-five hours and sixteen minutes since they had walked out of her living room, and neither of them had so much as called.
“Fuck you both.” She walked to her desk with full intentions of getting to work, but the restless energy she had been battling since Wednesday night had driven her to complete everything she had to work on at the moment.
Everything except the Waverly case.
Ugg, she so didn’t want to work on that right now. Every time she so much as thought about Thomas Waverly, she thought about Cade and Grant, about the way they had tortured her, about Grant’s parting words.
Just remember I’m one of the assholes you love, one of the assholes that loves you.
“One of the assholes that teased me into a freaking frenzy and left me unable to concentrate on anything but getting fucked.”
God, she ached all over. She couldn’t sit without her ass stinging in remembrance of the sharp spanking Grant had given her. He hadn’t gone easy, delivering each smack with a controlled force that had set the cheeks of her ass on fire. Then he had spanked her pussy the same way.
She braced her hands on the edge of her desk as the echoing pleasure-pained bliss that had yet to diminish shot through her core. One more slap and she would have come. She had been that close. Instead, he had left her teetering on the edge of delirium with an explicit order not to get herself off.
And you actually listened.
She bowed her head, closing her eyes as she attempted to find a strength within herself to overcome the fierce need wreaking havoc through her body. She had listened, though why she did remained a total mystery. She had walked around for the last thirty-five hours and—she glanced at the clock in the corner of her computer screen—twenty minutes so horny she could barely function, and yet she hadn’t disobeyed that single command, hadn’t even come close to doing anything to relieve the violent ache.
You don’t want to be punished again.
Hell, no. She had not listened because she wanted to be a good girl, for crying out loud.
You know nothing you can do will really help.
Yeah, that came closer to the truth. She sighed and straightened only to plop down in her desk chair feeling utterly defeated. Sure, she could masturbate, but what good would it do her? It had never helped in the past. It sure as shit wouldn’t help now that they had kissed her, touched her, told her they loved her.
Okay, only Grant had said that. Had he really meant it?
He knows you’re in love with him, with them.
And that topped the list of likely more
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