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“Good girl,” I tell her loud enough for Archer to hear.

“Your food will be out shortly. Is there anything else I can get for you until then?” Archer tries once more to interject himself.

Goldie spreads her legs a little wider as she looks up at me. “I think I have everything I need.”

Chapter Nine

GOLDIE

My heart hammers in my chest, but I try my hardest to keep myself together. I don’t want to show Nash the effect he’s having on me. Although I’m sure his fingers can feel it. My wet panties are sticking to me, and he has to know he’s the reason.

I reach out to take a piece of bread because I need something to distract me. Nash squeezes my sex and my hand stills. My hips buck forward totally against my will.

“Don’t,” he orders. Possessiveness flares in his eyes and the feral tilt of his lips plays with too many of my emotions. And all the other parts of me.

“You don’t want me to eat?” I manage to speak without sounding too breathy.

“You’ll eat, but first, tell me you’re going to be a good girl.”

I lick my lips, and Nash’s eyes narrow. This isn’t a battle I’m going to win. I can't win with my own body betraying me. When I nod, he shakes his head.

“Not good enough. Say it, Goldie. I need to hear it.”

How does he make his words carry so much weight? I hang on each one.

“I’ll be a good girl.”

Nash smiles. Not a half one or a smirk, a full-blown smile stretches across his face in approval. I’m filled with a desire to preen, as if his reaction is my own little reward.

“That’s my girl.” He pulls his hand away, and it takes all the warmth with it. I want it back, but I won’t ask. “Don’t worry, we’re far from finished.”

He winks at me with a knowing glint in his eyes. What the hell? How does this man know what I’m thinking? It’s like he’s always a few steps ahead. Today he tracked me down, which should have been impossible. I know he didn’t follow me because he would have walked into the waiting room right behind me.

Nash reaches for a piece of bread and spreads butter across it. He holds it out for me, and I lean in and take a bite. The way he’s feeding me from his hand is intimate in a way I didn’t know I would enjoy. Turns out, I really like it.

“Now let's talk about how we’re going to handle your pussy.”

“Nash!” I hiss as heat blooms in my cheeks.

“There’s nothing to be shy about, Goldie. I’ve already seen it all.”

I stare at him, but his face shows nothing now. “You’re serious?”

“Who else would you have doing it?” Anger flares in his eyes, and his body visibly tenses.

I was toying with the waiter because I wasn’t sure why Nash brought me here. Jealousy got the best of me, and I decided two could play that game. I’m not sure if I won because although it pissed him off, I was the one to bend. It’s probably for the best because I think he might have broken Archer if I didn’t. I don’t understand his jealousy, but there’s no denying it. This isn’t the action of an overprotective brother.

“Maybe if you hadn’t lied and said you were my fiancé, the doctor could have told me how to handle it myself,” I point out.

“Your mother left you in my hands to take care of.”

My mouth drops open. Did he really just say that? He holds up the bread, and I chomp down, almost getting his finger.

“Don’t be naughty,” he warns.

“We both know that my mom didn’t mean you need to…” I trail off because there’s no way I can finish that sentence.

“To stretch your snug little pussy?”

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