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My head rears up slowly, a dirty smile loose on my face. “You’re damn lucky you didn’t get more of it.”
“I didn’t deserve it.”
I pull out of her, kissing her stomach and leg on the way, and set about straightening myself up. “Yes. You did. Being provocative deserves all kinds of filth.”
My hand goes to hers, fingers pulling her up until she’s sitting there, with her legs still open, giving me yet more reasons to feel challenged. I smile and fall back into my chair, eyes trained on her tousled form. I’ve never seen anything more fucking stunning on my desk in my life.
Wide, sultry lips half smiling at me.
Dazed eyes.
Breasts exposed.
Lean, toned legs.
"You should get cleaned up,” I murmur, still staring at her. Not that I want her to. I could sit here for hours and take this in. Fuck work. Fuck life other than this, actually.
“Mmm.” She grins and runs a hand down to her pussy, finger sliding through my cum until she takes it to her mouth and sucks. “I guess I should. If you're finished with me, Sir.”
Her legs snap closed the second she’s said it, and she drops her heels back down to the floor and gets up. Her bra gets put back in place, shirt buttons done up, and she’s back in her jacket in no time. In fact, I almost feel fucking dismissed as she walks towards the door with barely a glance back at me.
Not a feeling I’m ecstatic about in the slightest.
“Willow?” She stops her fingers before turning the lock completely. “That will happen again as often as I see fit. Be prepared for it.” She doesn’t turn, nor does she give me any hint if she’s agreeable to it or not. She simply walks out, leaving me unsure what the fuck just happened and who's in control of anything going forward.
Chapter Fourteen
WILLOW
Why did I have to push him?
I curse myself as I shut the door behind me and then head to the bathroom to set about cleaning myself up. I know why I did it. I needed to prove that I could—that this wasn’t all one-sided between Landon and me—and that what happened at the ball could happen again. Sadly, it’s made everything so much worse, because now, all those worries about my job and reputation are front and centre because I crossed the line. In fact, not only did I cross the bloody line, I tore it up and threw it out the window as I was hitching my skirt and screaming in pleasure.
By the time I'm back to my desk, I'm cursing myself again because I’m going to have to deal with the fact that this will only ever be what Landon sees it as. A fuck. Nothing more. Not even a fling, according to me. A dirty secret behind his locked office door. Despite everything I told myself after the weekend, I walked right in and turned my own world on its head. So why, with all those negative thoughts floating around inside my skull, does my body already crave more? Why am I pressing my thighs together under my desk, hoping for an excuse to go back in there?
The rest of the day is a write-off with no ability to concentrate on a thing. Luckily, there are only a few hours to endure before I can run home but escaping his presence doesn’t stop me from hashing everything out in my head over and over again. The last words Landon said to me still resonate in my mind.It will happen again. As often as he sees fit.Am I prepared for that? To be only a convenience to him, no matter how good it was?
And what about Juniper? Landon and I have a standing arrangement now. Thursday night—every Thursday night—with all the lines and rules in place. Am I meant to still dance for him and hide who I really am?
The guilt twists in my stomach at that thought.
God, what a mess.
Another few hours pass by in a blur, and I finally gather my things and leave. By the time I push the key into my front door, I'm not sure I can remember any of the journey.
“Ash! I’m home,” I call, dropping my bag in the hall. No answer. I'm not surprised anymore. He’s been gone since I arrived home on Sunday, and his request for money still niggles in my mind. I text him, asking him to check in, before hitting the fridge. It might be a Monday night, but I deserve a drink.
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The week drags. With all the excitement that led up to the ball, I miss the frantic action that came with it. Instead, I’m left with piles of legal contracts, requests, and other PA duties that I can’t keep my mind focused on.
On Tuesday, I worked my shift at The Priory. I was looking forward to finding some relief in it, being able to dance and get out of my own head. Maybe even relish in something other than Landon Broderick, but something was off when it finally arrived. The same rush I’ve always felt wasn’t quite there. My performance was edgier, my routine less graceful and more dramatic, and it earned me a questioning look from Jackson at the end.
The irony was, I knew what the problem was—I wanted to dance for Landon alone. I wanted to get off on the power I held over him as Juniper rather than feel the power he held over me as Willow. It was a need in me. Still is. I need to break through that control and win it for myself. The thought still seduces me now. It overtakes my thoughts both day and night. The only problem is, at some point, Juniper and Willow will have to settle for different parts of Landon. Because from where I'm sitting, there's no other way to have him.
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By Thursday, I'm in two minds about everything. Including whether to ignore what Landon said to me or fling myself across his desk and beg him to take me again. Sadly, his warning—or demand, perhaps—seems to have been forgotten, and every meeting, and every interaction, is dealt with so calmly and easily on his part that it makes me want to scream. He’s back to being curt and dismissive.
