Jayce didn’t say anything, instead he just made an annoyingly superior sound and opened his door. I had my hand on my own door handle and froze, feeling dumb as hell, but I waited. Jayce took his time strolling around to get to my door, but then he opened it for me. I hadn’t unbuckled, too preoccupied with tracking him around the vehicle, and he stared into my eyes as he reached around me to do it.
“Hello there, Lamb.”
“Why do you insist on this?”
He ran a hand over my knee, and I practically melted toward him, so that he stepped closer, and I ended up with my shoulder propped against his broad chest.
“Forces us to stop and meet each other for a few moments. Lets me check in with you.” I turned toward him and was surprised that I liked that explanation. It made me feel like he gave a damn about me. I ducked my head.
“Sir?” I whispered and hated how needy I felt.
“Yes.”
“Why am I here tonight?”
“Because I want you here.”
Closing my eyes, I nodded.
“Out. Come along,” he whispered and took my hand. I let him help me down even though it was just as ridiculous this time as every other time he’d done it. We were nearly the same height and he wasn’t that much larger than me, but still, it set a particular tone that shivered excitement through me. I was to wait for him and his decisions, and he would be taking care of me.
I studied his face, shadowed in the soft lights from the street and house. Was this instinct? Had he found some book somewhere—The Inner Mind of the Reluctant Submissive? Was there some con artist’s playbook he was following line by line? That wouldn’t shock me. I was gullible in some idiotic ways.
“Lamb, I’ll ask again. Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
He maneuvered me to the side so he could shut the truck door, and we stood there together in the dark. I clutched my briefcase in my left hand and he gently tugged on it.
“What are you doing?”
“Give it. Come on, give over.” He held out both hands, one for mine, and one for the case. I sighed and handed it over, and essentially handed myself over as well. I squeezed his fingers in mine harder than was friendly, but he only shook his head and dragged me to the house.
“Are you okay, Lamb?” he asked as we clomped up the stairs together. It was a tight fit for us to be side by side but we managed.
“Can you stop asking that question? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I did fuck you more or less in front of your coworkers tonight.”
“Eh,” I mumbled. “No biggie there. West is… well, West, and Madden’s more or less seen it all at this point. Or close to it. We used to go out drinking together.”
“You two ever—”
“God no. He’s a hell of a wingman, though.”
Jayce chuckled, and I was glad he found that funny because I was running on nerves and that strange second-wind energy that sometimes struck me late at night.
“Lamb, all this might go simpler if you talked to me.”
“I am!”
He tutted again, and I imagined using my briefcase to bludgeon him, but he opened the door for me before I could work up the nerve to do it. Maybe I was feeling a little raw after the power fuck he gave me on my desk, and not in my ass, though that did give a nice twinge when I flexed my hole.
Jayce finally opened the door and I followed him inside. He snapped on the lights, and I was surprised that his house was starting to feel familiar to me, even homey. My eyes went to the photo of Alex that was on the mantle. I wasn’t sure why, but sometimes when I came in here the almost overwhelming urge to investigate the man he’d loved enough to marry swamped me. He’d been hot as fuck, of course, with a sweet smile. I couldn’t tell much about his attitude from the photo, but Jayce had an arm around him, like he was presenting him to the world. He leaned into Jayce too. Alex had trusted him. My heart skipped a beat.
“I can remove that if it bothers you. I really don’t—”
“No. Did they ever decide what happened?”
