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“This is my evening to see clients. I’ll have to beg off. I’ll see you on Monday, Josh?” Marc Ellis said.
“Yes, sir. Thanks for all your help.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Mr. Landis? We’d like you to come, too,” Laura asked.
“I’m sorry, but I’m supposed to be in three different places in what’s left of today. Good luck, young man. I hope we never meet in a professional capacity again.”
“Thank you, sir. I know you really helped convince the judge.”
“No, Josh. You convinced the judge,” Henry said, “and I’ll be happy to join you. I’ll meet you there. I have to check in at my office.”
After congratulating Josh and sharing hugs with James and Laura, Paula waved goodbye to the others. She was humming the Black-Eyed Peas songI gotta feelingon her way back to the police station. Josh was going to be all right, and she had the weekend with Jackson to look forward to. By the time she reached the second chorus, she was belting out the lyrics. She hoped it would be as good a night as the singer had.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jackson, wearing only his faded low-riding jeans, opened the door for her. Paula paused as she took in the sight of his lean, muscular body, with a light dusting of hair on his chest and a line of a slightly darker hair running down into his pants. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from where that trail led.
Jackson chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be offended you’re forgetting not one but two rules, or if I should be flattered by the way you look at me.”
Paula swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of drooling—hold on—rules?
She looked up at him and met his sparkling blue eyes.
Oh, thoserules.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted up her face for his kiss. As Jackson claimed her lips, he pulled her closer with one muscular arm and used the other hand to close the front door. Before he let go of her, he nipped her bottom lip and whispered, “Hello, Melda. How about rule number one?”
She blinked. How could he go from a lust-filled kiss to discussing rules in a split second? Infuriating man! Gorgeousalmost-naked man! With him wearing only jeans, she was definitely overdressed.
She planted her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “I’m not going to walk around your house in just my panties, mister!”
Jackson shot her a stern look that made her want to drop to her knees. She really didn’t want to be almost naked. From the delicious scents in the house, he had dinner almost ready. What was the point of getting naked and not having sex?
“You can either follow the rules, and I won’t punish you too hard for not obeying me right away, or you can use your safeword, Paula.”
She could feel her spine straighten. She wasn’t in pain or distress. She wouldn’t safeword. Paula toed off her shoes and unzipped her slacks.
Jackson nodded and started to turn away. He glanced back over his shoulder with a sexy smile. “You know, I went commando today.” With that remark, he sauntered toward the kitchen.
Paula froze halfway through unbuttoning her shirt.He was only wearing his jeans!
Paula padded over to the kitchen to find Jackson standing over the stove. She had to admit the asshole had a fine ass. He turned to face her, his expression giving away nothing. She had to control her urge to fidget.
“Present,” he ordered.
Two halves warred for dominance. One rebelled against the inspection that would undoubtedly follow, while the other half liked following his directions and submitting to him. The submissive half won, and Paula placed her legs shoulder width apart and clasped her elbows behind her back. Jackson circled around her and halted in front of her. “Good, girl.”
His praise made her feel good about herself and her decision to obey. Jackson startled her by stroking his hand over herpussy. “Nice and smooth. I’m pleased you followed my directive about shaving.” All too soon, he pulled back his hand. Before Paula could react, he grabbed her chin and pressed a kiss over her mouth. “You’re beautiful, and I think it’s a crime to cover your body around me, Melda.”
Maybe being naked isn’t so bad after all.
“On the counter is my toy bag. I want you to select three toys for impact play. During the weekend, I’ll choose from them to deal with your punishment.”
Paula opened her mouth to argue.
His fingers around her chin tightened, and his eyes darkened. “Don’t talk back. You failed to comply with the rules, and you want to atone for that, don’t you?”
