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“She is? By being made to sit on your lap? I can see how that would be punishing,” Jack said.
“Come closer,” Jameson said.
Jack walked over and Jameson lifted her dress to reveal how they were connected.
“Ahh, a bit of cock warming. Nice.” Jack grinned down at her.
Her cheeks were bright red. This was just . . . awesome.
“How is that going for you, baby girl?” Jack asked, swinging a chair around to sit on it, facing backward. “Did mean old Jameson get you all worked up before he made you sit on his dick? Hmm? And now I bet you get into trouble if you try to move, don’t you? Have you been tempted to try and touch yourself?”
“She has,” Jameson replied. “And she’s only added to the spanking that she is going to get when she is allowed to move.”
“It’s not fair,” she said. “I wasn’t even that naughty.”
Jameson grasped hold of her chin and turned her head to the side so she could glance back at him. She was sitting with her knees bent and resting on either side of his hips, her back to his front. Thankfully, these dining chairs were extra wide so she could kneel comfortably.
Although that meant Jameson could draw this out as long as he wanted. Or at least until his control snapped.
Fat chance of that happening.
“Not that naughty?” he said in that low voice. “Tell Jack what you called yourself.”
Well. Drat.
Jack was the most reasonable of her men. He wouldn’t get mad at her, right?
“I was on the phone to Indie!” she protested. “How was I to know that Quaid was listening in? And that he’d turn out to be a huge tattletale.”
She wouldn’t say that her guys and Slade and his friends got along. But before they’d said goodbye to Indie, Jameson and Quaid had exchanged numbers.
And it seemed Quaid intended to use that number to rat her out!
Jameson let go of her chin as Jack reached over and grasped the back of her neck. His face was serious as he stared down at her. “What did you say?”
“Just that I was a useless assistant who didn’t deserve her job anymore.”
Jack’s eyes widened.
“And why did you say that about yourself?” Jameson prompted.
“Because I had a freak-out when I went into the desert with Uncle Willy.”
Coming back to Escana wasn’t quite the smooth sailing she’d thought it would. She hadn’t realized that she would have PTSD since the kidnapping. It might have been naive of her, but she’d thought she’d just push through.
However, a week ago she’d accompanied Uncle Willy on one of his trips into the desert.
All three men had been unhappy at her decision and had demanded they accompany her.
Which was just as well as it turned out since she’d had a panic attack and fainted. When she’d woken up, she’d been hysterical and Jameson had to sedate her.
Ian had lost his mind, Jack had stalked her for days, and Jameson had grown extra commanding.
The last one hadn’t been a bad thing.
Until now.
“Baby girl, you are not useless. Or weak. Or whatever else you have going on in that head,” Jack growled at her. “Do you hear me?”
