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“I do not require any more money or a new title. This says I’m your VP … your second in command?”
“Well, you’re already that. Time you got paid for it and some recognition.” He’s already flicking through papers, trying to dismiss me.
I don’t think so!
“Jake, first, you don’t even let me go to work anymore, so I shouldn’t be getting paid anything at all!” I snap haughtily. “And second, everyone in the building will think you did this because you’re screwing me,” I balk, emotion rising inside me at an alarming speed.
“Don’t turn this into a fight,” he sighs with a wave of his hand, domineering Carrero returning in full.
“Don’t make our relationship about money,” I snap again, tears brimming to the surface with this damn crazy sensitivity I have lately.
What the hell is with that?
“You’re the only one doing that,” he snaps back, equally riled, and slides his chair back in agitation. “Emma, get used to being rich because I’ll marry you, and, like it or not, I’ve no plans to go bankrupt in my lifetime. My money will be your money too and trust me, there is a lot more than either of us can spend in a lifetime.”
He gets up, pushes past me, stalks to the fridge, retrieves a water bottle, and takes a drink before turning back to me a little more calmly. I’m still glaring at him defiantly, with my arms crossed.
“Look, I get it,” he says with composure. “I’m not stupid. I know you. I know it’s hard for you to accept anything from anyone you don’t think you’ve earned … independence in case everything goes to shit. This … us … it’s not going to end, Emma, and you deserve everything I have to give. I happen to have shitloads of money, and I want you not to need to ask me to splurge on yourself. This way, you can have your own money and do what you want with it. The credit card is for when you get used to abusing my finances and letting me pay for things instead,” he sighs, watching me, my face still bathed in irritation.
Walking back to me, he reaches out and slides his hand up my arm to my jawline. I turn my face away. I don’t know how to feel about this right now, an internal war waging, independent, and fearless Emma showing her face.
“Baby, please … I know you’re not with me because of this. You don’t have anything to prove. It’s okay to enjoy having a filthy rich boyfriend; there’s no shame in it.” He kisses me gently and relaxes as I start to respond to it, always incapable of maintaining a mood when he touches me. His mouth opens to mine and soon engulfs me in a hot, searing kiss.
“I don’t want this,” I finally sigh, calmer, and push the contract back at him. “I don’t need it.” It’s true. Jake already pays for everything, leaving most of my monthly salary untouched. Only the regular bills toward the apartment with Sarah come out. Jake is generous to a fault: he has Donna bring me clothes and lingerie often, he feeds me almost ritually, and I never want for anything. I never have to spend anything. I don’t need a bank account filling up with money I won’t use, money I’m not even earning anymore. I’m not one to go shopping often or splurge on things for fun.
Since Jake has decided that work is out of the question, I don’t do anything to deserve any money at all. I’ve only been accepting my monthly paycheck on the understanding we will eventually go back to work, and I will do something to be paid for so that I can pay Sarah for my room.
“If you don’t sign the contract, I’ll stop sleeping with you until you do,” he smiles wickedly with that stubborn look in his eyes. He means it.
“You would cave before I did,” I retort, turning my back to him in defiance, folding my arms across my chest again, not too enamored with threats right now. His hand slides down my summer dress, across the curve of my ass gently, igniting a million sensations effortlessly.
“Baby, you held me at arm’s length for almost a year … I’m sure I can handle it.” I catch the amusement in his voice. He believes he has me over a barrel, which only spurs my determination. A battle of wills.
“Fine. You want to play games over this? Then we’re on. No sex until I sign? Get used to a very platonic relationship, baby!” I respond, using his term of endearment. I grin smartly as I wiggle my ass into his crotch before sauntering off and leaving him standing alone with his contract and credit card on the table. An inner goddess has lifted her sassy head and decided to beat him down with his own methods. He follows close behind, catching me by the arm and pulling me back, a smug look on his face.
“Game on, sweetheart. No rules. The first one to cave loses. Either you sign the contract, or I can’t take it anymore and fuck you. I do not doubt you’ll sign it before we head home, Bambina.” His voice is thick and laden with intent; I can see the glint of excitement in his eyes at the chance for a new game. His cocky confidence that he will win only ignites something inside of me.
Well, really?
“No rules? At all?” I flutter my lashes innocently before running my hand up his sweatpants-covered leg, sliding it under his waistband and seeking out his manhood, rubbing him under his boxers until I get a response. He catches my wrist and yanks it away, nose to nose.
“You forget who’s better at the art of seduction, Emma. You’re the one who likes instant gratification and can never wait … I, on the other hand, like to drag things out, remember?” His mouth lingers close enough to mine; I think he will kiss me, our breathing heavier as lust builds in both of us. The excitement of this little game sparks something naughty in me and pushes all my anger out of the window.
He moves even closer, breathing against my lips as his hand comes up my inner thigh slowly and deliciously under my short dress, creeping closer to my now wet panties until he sees my lips part and my eyes get heavy with longing. With his mouth teasingly near, I struggle with the urge to reach up and suck one of his perfect, smooth, soft lips. He smiles and pushes me off, turning and walking away. I’m left reeling, my body tingling and my inner core throbbing with heat. That backward smug look of his as he saunters away only ignites my self-doubt.
Why did I start this? I know better than anyone that he has more ‘sexpertise’ than most.
I tremble at the thought of what he’s capable of, but I try to push aside the thrill of excitement I feel over the lure of being chased and turned on by Jake to have me begging him for sex. The thought of him pulling out all stops to make me yield is strangely appealing.
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