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At least, that was the plan.

Jeff was waiting in the entry, leaning one shoulder against the stair railing. His gaze dropped, and I could tell the moment he spotted the panty line beneath my dress.

“You’re wearing underwear,” he said flatly.

I didn’t answer. It wasn’t like I could deny it.

He stepped forward, and in two strides, he was on me. His fingers hooked the waistband beneath my dress and yanked—hard. The panties tore and dropped to the floor.

“Your holes stay available to me. Always. Don’t make me tell you that again.”

I was pissed enough that my mouth started working before my brain caught up.

I raised my chin and defiantly asked, “Or what?”

He shook his head and muttered, “Oh, little girl…” Then without another word, he shoved my back against the door. His hand closed around my throat—not hard, just firm enough to remind me who was in control.

My breath caught as he hiked up the hem of my dress.

“You think you’re going to walk out of here like you’re in charge?”

His fingers slid between my thighs and found me soaked. He didn’t smile or gloat. Just shoved two fingers inside me while his thumb pressed down on my clit.

I gasped, clinging to his forearm as my knees buckled. I was so close it was pathetic.

“Take it,” he snarled. “Come now, or not at all.”

It only took a few rough strokes, and my body shattered against his hand. I cried out, holding on to him in order to stay upright.

He held me there a moment, then withdrew his fingers and wiped them down my thigh, slow and deliberate.

“Don’t ever sass me again. Do you understand? Or I’ll deny you another orgasm for the rest of our time together.”

The only thing I could do was murmur, “Yes, Sir,” while he picked up my bag and opened the door.

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Jeff

I grabbed her overnight bag and walked outside, not bothering to wait to see if she followed me.

The town car waited in the circular drive with the driver standing beside it in a dark suit and cap. It was a different one than we’d had on Friday. He opened the back door when he saw us walk down the steps.

Vivian didn’t say anything, just walked with her chin high and her mouth tight.

Her defiant energy radiated off her, and I didn’t bother to try and understand why that turned me on so fucking much.

She breezed past me without so much as a, “See you next weekend,” and slid into the backseat, smoothing her skirt and shifting to sit primly.

Oh, I don’t think so.

I leaned into the back seat and grabbed her knees, opening them wide.

“Not like that. Keep your legs spread the whole ride.”

Her nostrils flared, but she didn’t speak. Just kept her thighs wide.

I reached under the hem of her dress and dragged it up to her waist, baring her freshly fingered cunt. “You leave it like this. Don’t you dare close your legs.”

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