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“Only for black-tie events.”

“What?”

“A monkey suit is a tux, Rock.”

“Oh.” He reddened a little, and it was adorable.

“Don’t worry. Your brother can take you shopping. The company is probably business casual most days. Most organizations are now. My firm is. But for business meetings you’ll need suits, button-downs, and ties.”

“I hate wearing a tie,” he said. “It feels like a noose.”

I laughed. “It is kind of a barbaric custom, I agree.”

He scoffed. “Seems kind of appropriate that I wear a noose. This is the end of my life as I knew it, Lacey.”

A swarm of sadness hit me. He was being forced to give up a life he loved. That would not be easy, and I understood more now why he’d been so reluctant to agree to it.

In the end, though, he did it for his siblings, and I admired that.

“You’re doing something very admirable, Rock,” I said. “Remember that.”

“You know, the world doesn’t really need another billion dollar corporation. What the world needs is for people to spend more time outdoors. To see the beauty of the world. Not be cooped up in some office deciding which new tower to build and desecrate the earth.”

“You’re an environmentalist?”

“I’m not a freak about it. No. But I appreciate the beauty of the outdoors. Why do you think I worked construction? I got to work outside. The money was decent, and it kept me in great shape.” He closed his eyes.

I stared at him, my mouth watering. From the savory aroma of our feast? Ha! More likely from the man next to me. Great shape indeed.

“Have you ever been to Montana?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“It’s beautiful. I’m not a religious man, Lacey. Never was and never will be. But when you look up into that big blue sky, you know there’s something more powerful than all of us out there somewhere. The sheer beauty of it…” He opened his eyes. “That’s over for me now.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“You think I can just move the Wolfe headquarters to Helena or Billings?”

“Of course not. But keep your cabin. You can go there whenever you want. Executives do get time off, you know.”

He shook his head. “It won’t be the same.”

No, it wouldn’t be. I didn’t bother to deny his claim. Instead, I said, “Try focusing on what you’re gaining here. A lot of money, for one.”

“And no free time to enjoy it.”

“You’ll have free time, Rock.”

“Yeah, sure. But I’ll go home at night to a penthouse in some high rise—”

“Your own high rise, Rock.”

He threaded his fingers through his hair. “Would you stop saying shit like that? None of this is mine. I’ll never think of it that way.”

“You will when you start working there. Once you’re running things, it will be yours.”

“No, it won’t. It’ll be Reid’s. Even Roy’s and Riley’s. Never mine.”

“Of course it will. Your father left you in charge.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I scooted closer to him. “Let’s finish dinner before it gets cold.”

We ate in silence. Rock cleaned his plate, but I left over half of mine. Suddenly my appetite had gone south.

Rock looked so forlorn, almost tragic, which was a far cry from how I’d seen him before. He was so big, so strong—a man who could take on anything and come out on top.

He needed to believe that he could come out on top in this new position as well. I’d done all I could to convince him of that. Now it was time to try a new tactic.

I’d get him on top…of me.13RockLacey stood, her eyes sparkling, and slowly unwrapped the sheet from around her body, letting it fall to the floor in a white puddle.

My cock tightened. I hadn’t been able to come after I’d brought her to orgasm from licking her pussy, and now all I could think about was getting inside that tight little cunt again.

Nothing on except those stockings and that garter belt. Those pumps.

I was still fully dressed.

Fuck.

I tore at my shirt until I’d tossed it on the floor.

Her eyes widened.

“You like?”

“Wow. You’re amazing.”

I sat down and pulled off my black biker boots, socks, and then my jeans. My cock jutted out, yearning to get inside her again.

“Take me to the bed, Rock,” she said, her eyes flaming. “Take me, and then fuck me. Get on top of me and fuck me.”

I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but who was I to argue with her when I ached for the same thing? I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder, giving her ass a little slap. Then I walked into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes full of lust, and she spread her legs and pulled her thighs upward, baring her swollen pussy to my view.

“Take me,” she said. “Command me. Show me who’s the boss.”


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