the middle of the office and took several deep breathes.
Well this new. Usually he just blows up and it’s done and over. He slowly closed the file that he’d been working on. The last time I saw him like this, he beat the shit out of that guy over in Iraq who backhanded the little kid.
“You know I ought to kick your stubborn ass all over this office.” Jackson paced towards him.
A low growl built in Jude’s chest. “Excuse me?”
Jackson raked a hand through his hair again. “What the hell did you do to get your ass banned from Olivia’s?” He slammed his fist down on the desk. “I told you when she approached me about giving her a security bid that the only way I’d even consider taking her business was if you did the work!”
“And why the hell is that?” Jude surged to his feet, forgetting about treading carefully with him. Intimidation was the last thing he felt. “You’re the fucking Dom. You should’ve been the guy handling the account!”
“Because not only is she my fucking aunt, but I swore that I’d never try to protect a Domme’s ass again! Especially that one!”
Jude groaned but all he heard was the words “my fucking aunt” . “You tell me that now? Jesus Christ, Jackson! Do you know what I wanted to do to her?” Spinning around, he paced over to the bank of windows. “Fuck, that’s just perfect. I’m not only a twisted bastard, now I’m lusting after my best friend’s aunt!”
Several long silent moments pasted before he felt Jackson’s presence behind him. “And what’s wrong with that, Jude?” Jackson’s voice was now calm, coaxing, even understanding. “She may be my aunt – even if just by marriage, but I’ve got eyes. She’s a knockout.”
Gritting his teeth, Jude wanted to punch something, preferably his best friend. “The only man she wants is one who’s submissive. What the hell do I know about being submissive! There’s not a submissive bone in my body.”
He flinched when Jackson’s hand settled on his shoulder. “Are you sure about that?” His friend’s voice was still soft but now laced with steel.
“I’m not going to get into this again with you, Jackson. Just because I had the unfortunate luck to date a few domineering bitches in my lifetime, doesn’t mean I’m submissive.”
“Then how do you explain that every woman you’ve ever been attracted to has had no qualms about telling you exactly how and what to do and when to do it…” Jackson’s eyebrows wiggled at him. “Especially in the sack. You can’t deny the fact you loved every minute of it, can you?”
I should’ve never told his ass about Kathleen. Jude scowled at him, opening his mouth to protest.
“Don’t even try it. I’ve been your friend for how long now?”
“Sixteen years….” He walked away from the window. “And it’s not going to make seventeen if you don’t leave this alone.” Pouring a cup of coffee, Jude lifted it to his mouth.
Jackson smirked at him. “Sorry, no can do. Because I swear to God that if today’s break- in is what I think it is, your ass is protecting Olivia. There’s no way in hell I’m going to ever play bodyguard to that damn woman again.”
Jude’s ears perked up and he set down his cup. “Again? Why the hell did Mistress need a bodyguard?” This time it was his voice that was soft and menacing. Nobody hurts my Mistress. He froze at the thought, then realized what he’d just said. Ah, Hell. Olivia’s not your Mistress you stubborn fuck! When are you gonna get it through your thick skull! You’re not strong enough to keep one. Kathleen was perfect proof that you can’t give a strong woman what she wants. That’s why she left your dumb ass and took your kid with her. She found the perfect man to take your place.
“Jude?”
Jackson’s concern had him slowly raising his head. Misery had his chest aching. That subtle ache turned into a full burn when he saw the truth in his friend’s eyes. “God, I am a
Well this new. Usually he just blows up and it’s done and over. He slowly closed the file that he’d been working on. The last time I saw him like this, he beat the shit out of that guy over in Iraq who backhanded the little kid.
“You know I ought to kick your stubborn ass all over this office.” Jackson paced towards him.
A low growl built in Jude’s chest. “Excuse me?”
Jackson raked a hand through his hair again. “What the hell did you do to get your ass banned from Olivia’s?” He slammed his fist down on the desk. “I told you when she approached me about giving her a security bid that the only way I’d even consider taking her business was if you did the work!”
“And why the hell is that?” Jude surged to his feet, forgetting about treading carefully with him. Intimidation was the last thing he felt. “You’re the fucking Dom. You should’ve been the guy handling the account!”
“Because not only is she my fucking aunt, but I swore that I’d never try to protect a Domme’s ass again! Especially that one!”
Jude groaned but all he heard was the words “my fucking aunt” . “You tell me that now? Jesus Christ, Jackson! Do you know what I wanted to do to her?” Spinning around, he paced over to the bank of windows. “Fuck, that’s just perfect. I’m not only a twisted bastard, now I’m lusting after my best friend’s aunt!”
Several long silent moments pasted before he felt Jackson’s presence behind him. “And what’s wrong with that, Jude?” Jackson’s voice was now calm, coaxing, even understanding. “She may be my aunt – even if just by marriage, but I’ve got eyes. She’s a knockout.”
Gritting his teeth, Jude wanted to punch something, preferably his best friend. “The only man she wants is one who’s submissive. What the hell do I know about being submissive! There’s not a submissive bone in my body.”
He flinched when Jackson’s hand settled on his shoulder. “Are you sure about that?” His friend’s voice was still soft but now laced with steel.
“I’m not going to get into this again with you, Jackson. Just because I had the unfortunate luck to date a few domineering bitches in my lifetime, doesn’t mean I’m submissive.”
“Then how do you explain that every woman you’ve ever been attracted to has had no qualms about telling you exactly how and what to do and when to do it…” Jackson’s eyebrows wiggled at him. “Especially in the sack. You can’t deny the fact you loved every minute of it, can you?”
I should’ve never told his ass about Kathleen. Jude scowled at him, opening his mouth to protest.
“Don’t even try it. I’ve been your friend for how long now?”
“Sixteen years….” He walked away from the window. “And it’s not going to make seventeen if you don’t leave this alone.” Pouring a cup of coffee, Jude lifted it to his mouth.
Jackson smirked at him. “Sorry, no can do. Because I swear to God that if today’s break- in is what I think it is, your ass is protecting Olivia. There’s no way in hell I’m going to ever play bodyguard to that damn woman again.”
Jude’s ears perked up and he set down his cup. “Again? Why the hell did Mistress need a bodyguard?” This time it was his voice that was soft and menacing. Nobody hurts my Mistress. He froze at the thought, then realized what he’d just said. Ah, Hell. Olivia’s not your Mistress you stubborn fuck! When are you gonna get it through your thick skull! You’re not strong enough to keep one. Kathleen was perfect proof that you can’t give a strong woman what she wants. That’s why she left your dumb ass and took your kid with her. She found the perfect man to take your place.
“Jude?”
Jackson’s concern had him slowly raising his head. Misery had his chest aching. That subtle ache turned into a full burn when he saw the truth in his friend’s eyes. “God, I am a
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