Page 49 of Black Flag

Taking a seat in his largeblack leather chair, I noticed his laptop was on a slide show of pictures fromour child hood and different races.

I watched the display,smiling at the ones from our summer together, when I heard the bathroom dooropen. My eyes flickered away from the screen for a second and shot backinstantly when I saw Jameson leaning against the door frame, shirtless. Hisjeans hung low, revealing the sharp defined ridges of his hips, and histattoos.

“Mmmm...” was all I could articulate in thatmoment.

Jameson smirked walkingtoward me, and then leaned back against the desk in front of me. I reached outto run my fingers along his waistband only to have him grasp it firmly before Icould do so. An evil smile materialized as he gently tipped his head to theright. “Ah-uh,”

“Whynot?”

“Tsk, tsk, Sway.” Hewhispered. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

I giggled. “Have I?”

“Yes, you’ve beenverynaughty.”

“Have not.”

“Yes you have.”

“Have not.” I crossedmy arms over my chest glowering at him. Not an easy task with the glorifiedfunbags in the way.

“Are you going to arguewith me?” his expression hardened. “I don’t suggest it.”

“Whynot?”

“It will only make yourpunishment more severe.”

I blanched.“W-w-what punishment?”

“Sway,” he shook hishead, menacing eyes narrowed and raked down my body. “I warned you...I don’t like being teased, honey.”

By now, I was wellaware of what he was referring to.

Myphone call yesterday.

Playing along, I ran myfoot up his long leg.

“So what’s mypunishment?”

Jameson moved to standin front of me, nudging my knees apart with his legs. Distracting me with wetseductive kisses, he bent forward, grasping both my wrists, and placing them onthe arms of the chair. I kept them there, not paying any mind to theministrations his hands were doing because holy hell the kissing was amazing.His tongue was soft and passionate, his lips warm and tender as they alwayswere.

Before I could stopmyself from turning into goo for this man, he handcuffed me to themotherfucking chair.

“That’s not fair!”

He tricked me butmother of pearl this was hot!

“I’ll tell you what’snot fair.” He paused, long fingers curled around my chin so I was looking himdirectly in the eyes. “What’s not fair is having my girlfriend deburring on thephone with me,” his brow arched in challenge when I opened my mouth to speak. “...while my brother was sitting across fromme.That’snot fair.”

“It was funny.”

“Honey,” he drawled.“You shouldn’t have said that.”

Jameson knows me. Heknows I’m not a morning person. He knows I have a chemical addiction to coffee,particularly white chocolate mochas. He knows that I hate to wear socks andwould rather wearOld Navyflip flops every day of the year. He alsoknows exactly how to make my body respond to his and could have me screaming inminutes. He knew me.

I also wasn’t surprisedat all when he knew exactly what to do to drive me to the point of sexualinsanity.

Touchinghimself.

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