Page 38 of About the Green

I'm looking up at a woman who has gotten under my skin and pissed me off more times than I can fucking count.

I’ve chased after small details only to be left in the lurch.

I’m not any closer to proving that this woman is the harm that I say she is to our families. The evidence that I’ve gathered into the shared folder is hardly enough to say that her transgressions are more harmful than what any one in this family has committed on their own.

When she rolled out of my rental and kept running, I was unprepared for what she was willing to risk her life to avoid telling me.

Whoever this man is—I want him dead. I want to raise him from the dead so that I can put him back six feet under.

The thought is irrational and even more absurd because I know that everything she has done goes against what my purpose in Dupont is.

At the moment, it's to keep her safe while we work to figure out who is behind the dissent of Racquelle’s leadership. No different from making sure my guys are safe out there moving green.

Keeping her safe…

Making sure she’s not in harm’s way…

She's forced me to care about her, even when I didn't want to.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” I ask, knowing damn well that it was for her. She’s fallen so deep into the memory of her pain that she is pliant to my will as I walk her back to the desk. Nina easily moves backward with my hand on the unblemished side of her waist. When her ass meets the edge of the desk’s surface, she moves onto it.

She nods while saying, “No.”

Conflicting words but honest body. I am pleased to know she did it anyway.

The unfazed focus she has on me is not as dreamy as she normally looks when she’s not paying attention during meetings or even when she claims to not be listening to me. It’s the most believable Nina has ever looked. Of all the faces she shows the world, I’m happy that I’ve been allowed to see this one.

Bare of makeup and placation.

This is the real her, pliant and submissive to me.

Not only that, but she's spread wide open for me, her tiny feet on my shoulders, as she waits patiently for me to continue. Still dripping and squirming for more...

“Want me to lick this little slit, then you’ve gotta help me clear somethin’ up…” I hedge.

She has no clue what that could be, but I’m going to show her. And I have no regrets about it right now.

Am I this guy that takes advantage of a woman when she's hurt?

No.

I’m not.

But before she dropped into this space, I don’t think she would truly let me if she didn't want to.

She was prepared to end it all just to keep me from seeing her truth.

I have no doubt that Nina will get what she wants either way.

She wants this.

Her big, round eyes sparkle as she waits for her next order.

I think now is an appropriate time to show her exactly how good my memory is, slipping two fingers into my mouth to get them wet before I plunge them into her tight little slit is as much warning as she'll get. As I curl them, not only to reach that spot inside of her, but to keep her in place with my palm over her sensitive clit, I question, "Didn't you say I was small?"

"No, no, no," she stutters. "I just—” A moan escapes her as I continue to apply pressure with my palm, “I asked if you were small."

"That's right. Do you still think I'm small now?" I say as I begin to curl and uncurl my fingers, her eyes rolling back. "No, no, doll," I say, grabbing ahold of her face so that she can look at me, "we're havin’ a conversation. Keep your eyes on me, and don't look away. How small am I now?"