Page 82 of Start With A Slap

Yep, it was all about Jason. Getting him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Bonus if it meant time away from the office. And/or Jason.

“Miss Tyler.”

Huh?She slowed in confusion, and turned her head to get a load of Sever’s guard and driver, Terrell — lookingtressecret service guy — beside a black stretch limo.

This was not on her list.

“Mr. Mark wishes to speak to you.”

“Mr. Mark can take that up with a shooting star,” she returned cheerfully, and kept walking.

“Miss Tyler?—”

“It’s Tyler-Mark, okay? And he’s not the Mark I promised to obey.”

Terrell touched his earpiece, and cleared his throat. “He uh, he wants me to tell you that if you keep wasting time like this,” he lowered his voice, “you’ll miss all the foreplay.”

Ivy blinked. Her mouth went dry. The. Nerve. “Excuse me.”

Fully intending to tell him off, she got into the car and found him chuckling at the gadget in his hand.

“Ingenious, isn’t it? See, I listen here and then talk into this end, and he says whatever I bloody tell him. Best toy I’ve ever?—”

“Sever! Shut up about the toy and listen to me?—”

“‘Blah blah, how dare you, blah blah, you fiendish brute, let me be, family values mixed messages etcetera’—” He snatched her arm as she went for the door. “I’ve missed you.”

She scoffed. “I don’t care.”

“Liar.” He sniffed her neck. “You’ve missedme, haven’t you,tigresse? The things I do to you? The things I say?”

Yes… No! Not on my list. Notonmylist!“We haven’t been apart long enough. Ask me in a year.”

He seized her by the waist. “Don’t make me touch your spot.”

List. Not...“Don’t make me kick you in the junk.”

“So it’s a spanking you want.”

“Sever, I’m serious?—”

“So am I.”

“—I have to get back to work and wecan’tdo this anymore. Ever.Ne-ver. This is not on my list, and this is not happening again!”

“Ivy, Ivy, Ivy.” He moved her hair out of her ear and said her name a lot, which he knew made her skin goosebumpy. “You talk and talk but you never actually say no.”

“No,” she said, half-heartedly evading his too-close lips. “There, I said it.”

“Your body,tigresse.” He tickled one suddenly hard nipple, said in her ear, “All it ever says is ‘yes, Sever, yes’.”

She quivered, despite his deeply problematic take. Stupid traitor nipples. Stupid list. “Stop.”

“Go,” he said, and the car started moving.

“What? Hey!” She flailed against him. “Sever, this is not okay! You can’t just kidnap me when you get a case of mid-morning wood! Try a call girl, she’ll come toyou!”

Laughing at her, he patronized, “The more you struggle the harder I get, lambchop! You’ve got to know that by now.”

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