Free Bondage Celebration by Tori Carson

let it drop. Now you can deal with the consequences.”
    “You don ’ t have time for this and I ’ m not taking orders from you.” He was clouding her mind with his blatant pheromone fest. Again, she tried to stare him down. Again, it was totally ineffective. This wasn ’ t getting her anywhere. Feeling the need to explain herself flat out made her angry, yet seeing the hurt in his eyes kept her from standing on principle. “I couldn ’ t let him get away with terrorizing women.”
    Nick looked at her quizzically. “Why do you think I would turn a blind eye to his behavior? He clearly had an unhealthy attraction to you.”
    “Nick, he isn ’ t your employee, he ’ s mine. Or was,” she conceded. “They were my employees he was harassing. Do you see where this is headed?” She couldn ’ t stop her snippy comment. His big bad Dom routine scrambled her brain. “He was my problem. I couldn ’ t let it drop.”
    “It is both my honor and my responsibility to see to your safety. I won ’ t shirk my duties, even to please you.”
    He wasn ’ t going to see reason. A part of her wanted to shake his control. She had a mad craving to drop to her knees and suck him off. She ’ d like to see him try to keep that stern expression while his seed was squirting down her throat. “I appreciate that you want to insure my safety, however, I don ’ t believe we need to take it to that extent. The security inside the building is formidable. I don ’ t mind a driver,” she hated driving in traffic and wouldn ’ t mind at all letting someone else do it for her, “but there is no reason for him to enter the building.”
    “Both your building and Simson ’ s contract with the same security firm. It ’ s possible he could use that to gain access.”
    Obviously, he ’ d been looking into this more than she ’ d realized. “Nick, this is silly, he doesn ’ t even know he ’ s fired yet.”
    “Oscar escorted a bloodied Simson from the building twenty minutes ago.”
    Laura felt the color drain from her face. “Is Oscar alright?” She immediately felt guilty for asking Oscar to take care of this, when it was her responsibility. While Oscar was ex-special forces military, he wasn ’ t getting any younger. Simson was a slimy bastard and a foot taller. “Why was Simson bloody?”
    She didn ’ t bother asking how he knew. She wouldn ’ t be surprised to find Oscar was also on Nick ’ s payroll. More likely they were co-conspirators. Oscar often accused her of taking too many chances.
    “He slipped and fell into Oscar ’ s fist a few times after he threatened to fuck you up.”
    Laura ’ s stomach dropped and it wasn ’ t the sexy plunge Nick usually caused. “Is he pressing charges? Will this cause trouble for Oscar?”
    Nick ’ s eyebrow arched again, letting her know she was in trouble.
    “Oscar? You ’ re worried about Oscar? Simson threatened you and you ’ re worried about Oscar? Laura, you need to be concerned about the threat against you.”
    “Nick, stop. Oscar is a valued employee. Of course, I ’ m worried about him. What if Simson tries to press charges against him?” Why did she marry the one man who could muddle her brain so completely?
    “You heard me.”
    Laura ’ s mind played tricks with her. She imagined Nick wearing leather pants and not much else. The more he stood his ground, the more she wanted to rock his world. When had her focus changed from business success to marital happiness? Her girlie parts were starting to override her business acumen. Time to change tactics. “How long do you suggest we retain the added security?”
    “Until the threat is removed.”
    Nick looked immoveable. There was little doubt he would go all caveman on her if she decided to push the issue. She didn ’ t want to fight with him. Her mutinous body was pissing her off. Nick was trying to take over her life and instead of giving him hell, she wanted to give him a blow job. What the fuck was wrong with