Nakia shrieked as Justin snagged an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
“You were always too damn stubborn. You look like shit by the way.” Colt walked deeper into the office. “What the hell happened to your face? Imani gave you a shield. Why the fuck have you not used it?”
“I like to look a man in the face before I kill ’em.” His cool tone left no doubt that that was the end of the conversation.
“Have you tanned her ass and explained the situation yet?” Colt nodded toward her and sat down on one of the office armchairs.
“Not yet.” Justin smirked at her. “But I will tan that ass later.” His dark promise had her rubbing her thighs together with anticipation.
“Hey, I’m still here, and I’m not a child to be spanked.” She glared at Colt and tried to twist away from Justin.
Justin tightened his hold on her and moved around his desk, taking her with him. He sat and pulled her onto his lap. “You’ll love the taps I place on this ass,” he mumbled close to her ear.
Colt grinned.
She tried to ignore them both but couldn’t help the involuntary moan from deep in her throat at the feel of his hard arousal, pulsing and getting bigger beneath her. She tried her best not to roll her ass to relieve the burgeoning ache deep in her pelvis. How can I want him again so soon? This is pure gluttony. However, given the heat coming off him in waves and his growing erection against the taut flesh of her ass, he wanted her again just as badly.
“Most of this is not just about you, Justin,” Colt was saying, bringing them reluctantly back to reality.
“I know that, but Nakia’s going to be in my life, so she has to understand what’s going on. I found her trying to leave the building without her bodyguards, despite what you told me.”
“And what’s wrong with me leaving the building without them? The guys know that I’m safe. Having them underfoot all day while I’m working is distracting and unnecessary. Ralph hasn’t been near me in months, and despite what I overheard on the streets, no one has come near me in a threatening way.”
“Look, we don’t need you to be stubborn about this. My brother has brought you into his life, so you’ll have to follow orders, as Imani has to.” Colt didn’t try to hide his frustration. He was frowning at her as though she were a wayward child and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with her.
“I’m not being stubborn. You know what I can do. And if there were a threat against me, I’d know about it. I don’t need bodyguards.” Nakia knew it was pointless to insist, but she couldn’t let them get away with dictating her life.
Justin pulled her deeper onto his lap. Her back was now solid against his stomach and chest. “The guards stay with you at all times,” he told her calmly as though his words were law and that was the end of it.
Nakia tried to pull away from him, but his hold was unyielding. “I’ve known you like a damn New York minute. You don’t get to decide what I do.”
Justin’s arm was like a steel band around her waist, and his voice was low and husky. “That didn’t seem to be an issue a few moments ago.”
Nakia stomped his foot with the heel of her stiletto. “Asshole!”
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Justin grunted.
She was finally able to pull free of his arm and stood. “Don’t touch me.”
“Goddammit, woman. We don’t have time for this shit.” He snaked an arm around her waist again and pulled her back onto his lap. “Sit and listen. We’ll talk about what is mine and what is yours real soon. Until then, you go nowhere without me or your bodyguards. And in case you’re wondering, you’re staying with me from here on out.”
“Are you forgetting that you’re still married?” Colt drawled.
“I forgot nothing. Melissa has taken enough of my damn life. I’m done waiting on her to give up on her meaningless demands. Nakia is mine now, and I’ll fuck up whoever comes between us.” The cold determination in his voice sent chills up her spine. Nakia knew she should still be pissed at him and check his ridiculous assumptions, but she was too busy being thrilled by his sheer dominance.
“Do I have a say in this?” she finally managed to force out, not wanting him to know that she loved his possessiveness.
“As long as whatever you’re saying is yes, I’m fine with that.”
Nakia frowned at him, determined to at least put up something of a fight. What self-respecting modern woman would let a man dictate her life like that?
Justin hugged her closer to him. He bent his head, his lips inches from her ear. “Stomp my foot again, you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a few days after the ass spanking I’m gonna give you,” he told her softly. And then he raised his voice a little louder, ensuring that Colt heard him. “I’m through denying us. I’ve spent months denying what I want, not anymore.” Palming her flat stomach and tilting her head back, he fused their lips.
After the initial shock of being kissed in front of his brother, she fell into the kiss as though starved for his touch. She wanted desperately to straddle him and take him inside of her. She wanted him hard and fast again. The thought of him taking her as he had against the door or on his desk had her throbbing for him again.
Colt cleared his throat loudly.
Justin released her lips, but he held her gaze and didn’t remove his palm from her stomach.
She wrapped her hand around his arm and shifted to press her aching nipple against his massive bicep. She almost moaned out loud when he moved his arm to cover both pebbled tips.
“Despite you going back and putting Victor out of his miserable life, his boss remains determined and has escalated his attacks.” Colt went on as though the sexual tension in the room wasn’t suffocating them all. “Your wife, Melissa”—he deliberately drawled the name—“seems to be even deeper in with them.”
Nakia was disappointed that they had to discuss that topic because Justin’s body became a block of ice beneath her.
“I’ve finally finished my assignment with the government. Now I can focus on Victor’s boss. Give Melissa whatever the fuck she wants to secure my divorce.” Justin seemed to be seething with disgust. “And let me get on with my life.”
“That bitch has just gotten more demanding and unreasonable over the past few months. You may regret offering to give her whatever she wants,” Colt warned him.
“She knows that there are no more assets for her to sink her claws into, and my only source of income is my meager government salary. So, let her demand away. Get us a hearing before a judge and end this shit.”
“And your assignment days? Does the US government have any more hold on your time?”
Justin laughed without humor. “Thanks to that genius wife of yours, we got more done in a year than we’ve gotten done in the eighteen years of war in Iraq and Afghanistan. We have better intel and know more clearly how the Russians and Chinese are attacking our cyber infrastructure. Knowing that Imani was only helping because I was there had them sending me on more assignments than I’d initially signed up for. But I had enough of their shit. Besides, as long as humans breathe in this world, there will be evil men determined to inflict their evil on others.”