He gives it a gentle squeeze and I lean into his palm. I reach with my other hand to grab his cock, but he places his glass down and takes my wrist, securing it behind my back.

Yes, I love when he gets like this.

"I didn't block you, James. I just have clients. Pleasing everyone is a twenty-four-seven job and I do my best in between classes."

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I've been lying since the day we met."

"Valentina."

"James."

Gripping my breast in a painfully delicious way, my eyelids threaten to lower, but I fight to keep them open.

"You can have my cock—we both know you're dying to fuck me, sweetheart—but only if you tell me the truth."

I swallow hard. He's not playing fair, and as much as I want to tell him why so I can finally have all of him, I would never do that. Not only would I look like a fool, but it would go against the rules, and even though there are times when I don't like my job, I now like it more than I don't, and I don't want to lose it.

"I told you," I say sweetly, batting my fake lashes. "I have clients, James. I'm doing the best I can."

"And I fucking told you to name your price, sweetheart."

He's angry, but even so his voice elicits a simmering of need under my skin.

"My tuition is paid for. I got a full academic ride."

"I had a feeling you weren't any old broad. That doesn't surprise me. Name what you want and it's yours."

"Why are you married?" I ask curiously.

"It's complicated. We're working through things."

"Working through things is code for fucking whores on the side?"

His jaw grinds back and forth. I know he doesn't like when I use that word to refer to myself. I can sense he's getting mad at not getting what he wants. But the thing is, I'll never give him what he wants, so if he wants to do this, I can go all night.

"Well, this was fun. You can get the fuck off me now."

"No," I say boldly, a little hurt.

"No?" he says.

"James, please," I say softly, a whisper, Aubrey shining through.

I chew my bottom lip and he watches, then pulls it free. I really wish he'd stop pushing me over this topic. He has to know I won't cave. Leaning forward, he kisses me gently, unlike his usual passionate self, and it's still just enough to get me hot for him.

He's staring at my mouth. "Unless you're willing to give me what I want, we're done here."

"James," I whisper, "please don't do this."

He shakes his head. "Up. We're done here."

"Do you pay all of them so you can own the

m?"

His eyes flash with rage. "I don't own anyone, Val. Everyone is free to come and go as they please. What I'm offering to you, I've never offered to any of them."

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