I shrugged. Money meant nothing, yet everything to the men in my family. Lars knew I had money that my father left for me, plus I had an excellent salary here.
“You know I have money.”
“I’m not talking about cash, Griffin.”
I raised my eyebrow at him this time.
“I’m not selling or giving you any of my shares in Evans Financial,” I stated firmly.
No way in fucking hell was I trading him any portion of my stake in the company.
“Relax, Griffin. I’m not looking for money or your stocks,” he said calmly.
“Fine. Then what? Name it, and it’s yours.”
Lars dropped his gaze as he unzipped the fly of his black pants. He pulled out his cock and slowly stroked the length of it in his hand.
“I’m only seeking something I’ve wanted … and perhaps, something you’ve wanted. You can wrestle with your conscience over that later. However, you want something now. You give me what I want, and when you come over to the house tomorrow, you can pull the page with her name out of the book yourself.”
“You’re serious.”
I stared at him and fought the urge to look down. When I finally did, I could see his cock was already firming in his hand. I began to strain against my own pants, though I had never been a bottom. I bottomed to no one. Ever. Yet, I was standing here as if I were considering it. And honestly, if a blowjob was all it would take to ensure the safety of Riley’s mother, then it was a no-brainer.
“Serious as a heart attack, Griffin.” I flicked my eyes up from his cock to his eyes again. “Griffin, I know you’re a kinky fuck; you always have been. I don’t believe this has never crossed your mind. This can’t be that far out of your range of morals.”
I laughed and couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him. Not because this had never crossed my twisted mind, but because it had crossedhismind. Lars knew that I was kinky and had some less than mainstream sexual preferences. Perhaps my strait-laced uncle was just as kinky as I was.
Lazily, I unfolded my arms and let one of my hands drop down to the fly of my pants. While keeping my eyes on him, I stroked the outline of my hard cock. Before I would lower to my knees, there was a bit of business to clarify.
“So, if I suck your dick, you’ll guarantee that Audrey’s name will be removed from our journal?”
“Not only a blowjob, Griffin.” Lars took another step closer, reached around, and grabbed my ass. “I’ll own your ass.”
I glared at him as I thought about what his proposal entailed. He quickly piped up, perhaps afraid I’d back down. No way in hell was I going to back down, but he didn’t need to know that right away.
“You can remove her name from the journal yourself when you come over tomorrow for the party,” he reiterated.
“What about my office?” I tossed that out in the air.
He let go of my ass and patted my jaw.
“Griffin, there are lots of opportunities for you to move up very quickly.”
I was slightly annoyed that this was all it would have taken to move up fast; he could have told me that ten years ago when I was twenty.
“Why didn’t you tell me this ten years ago?”
“You weren’t ready yet.”
I was sick to death of hearing that line.
“What about Aunt Marlowe? Wouldn’t this”—I gestured between us—“put you in our journal?”
“Secrets, Griffin. You and I have both been very good about keeping secrets.”
Of course I knew he would say that. The same double standard my own father had. Still, it didn’t detract from me wanting this. Lars clasped his hand down on my shoulder and jostled me.
“I’ve never bottomed to anyone,” I admitted.
