“Quite an attitude you had tonight,” Jack commented. He was sitting in his leather chair. Roslyn recognized the authoritarian voice and the cold darkness of his eyes. She was instantly wary.
“I thought it was just a playful banter,” Roslyn said looking directly at Bryce.
“Playful? Maybe. But it all adds up,” Bryce countered. “I think it’s time you paid for your sassy tongue.”
“Come here,” Jack said, pulling himself to the edge of his chair. She knew exactly what was waiting.
The familiar soft surge of erotic energy that she’d grown accustomed to in the past few weeks was rising in her once again. Looking from Bryce to Jack, then Bryce again, their stern expressions only enhanced the sensations. The long foreplay finally over, she tingled from head to toe with both fear and arousa
