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to her apartment, but when she turned to take her things from Marx, they both walked on inside. She huffed out a breath and closed the door behind them. When Jackson turned around, she had her arms crossed, which only served to plump her breasts even higher. The soft mounds peeked out from the V of her blouse. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them.
Realizing where his eyes were locked, Kelly uncrossed her arms and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. The effect to her cleavage was just about the same. He tore his gaze from the heady sight and looked around at the tiny living area that opened up into an even smaller kitchenette.
Marx held out her bags. “Where would you like me to hang this?”
She stepped forward and reached for the bags. “I’ll take them.”
He let her have them but followed her when she disappeared into another room. He heard a yelp, and then both of them hurried back through the door. Marx had a grim look on his face. Kelly still looked pissed. She sighed and walked over to the bar that separated the kitchen area from the living area and leaned against it, putting the scrap of wood and cheap Formica between them.
“Why won’t you take no for an answer? I’ve already told you that I’m not interested, but you continue to bother me.”
“If you didn’t respond to us when we touch and kiss, you would have a better chance of convincing us you weren’t interested.” Jackson walked up to the counter and placed his hands flat against the surface and leaned forward. “Since you do respond so sweetly, we aren’t backing off.”
“Just because you’re good at seducing me, doesn’t mean anything. All that says is that we’re physically attracted to each other. It doesn’t mean I want to be.”
“Why are you fighting it?” Marx spoke up this time. He stalked across the room until she was backed up against the little fridge.
“Because you’ll smother me. I don’t want to live that way again.”
* * * *
“What do you mean we’ll smother you and you don’t want to live that way again?” Jackson was watching her closely as if waiting for her to bolt.
Kelly bit her bottom lip and tried to still the tremble that had begun in her hands. She clasped them together at her waist.
“You’re both Doms. Just because I may have once been a submissive, doesn’t mean I want to be that way now.”
“Honey, you’re a natural submissive. You can’t change your basic nature. Are you saying you want to try your hand at being a top?” Jackson asked.
She shook her head. She had no interest whatsoever in that. She just didn’t want to lose herself again. If she allowed Marx and Jackson into her life, they would expect her to become their submissive and maybe even their slave. She didn’t want to live that way again. She had just gotten her life back in order—sort of.
“I guess I don’t understand. Explain to me what you are talking about.” Jackson looked genuinely confused but sincere with the question.
She looked up at Marx and swallowed hard to get rid of the knot clogging her throat. Marx seemed to realize he was making her even more uncomfortable standing over her because he backed up and leaned against the doorway that led into her bedroom.
“I don’t want to be a slave.” There. She’d said it.
“Neither one of us wants a slave. We don’t have the time or energy to take on that sort of responsibility.” Jackson smiled at her, looking relieved.
“We would never agree to such an arrangement, kitten.” Marx nodded toward his brother.
“I don’t want to be told what to wear or who to talk to. I want to work and be my own person. You are both Doms. You aren’t going to want a submissive who has her own life outside of yours.” She clasped and unclasped her hands as she looked from one man to the other.
“Kelly, you’re presuming a lot without actually talking to us about it. We don’t want someone who has no personality. We don’t want to make
Realizing where his eyes were locked, Kelly uncrossed her arms and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. The effect to her cleavage was just about the same. He tore his gaze from the heady sight and looked around at the tiny living area that opened up into an even smaller kitchenette.
Marx held out her bags. “Where would you like me to hang this?”
She stepped forward and reached for the bags. “I’ll take them.”
He let her have them but followed her when she disappeared into another room. He heard a yelp, and then both of them hurried back through the door. Marx had a grim look on his face. Kelly still looked pissed. She sighed and walked over to the bar that separated the kitchen area from the living area and leaned against it, putting the scrap of wood and cheap Formica between them.
“Why won’t you take no for an answer? I’ve already told you that I’m not interested, but you continue to bother me.”
“If you didn’t respond to us when we touch and kiss, you would have a better chance of convincing us you weren’t interested.” Jackson walked up to the counter and placed his hands flat against the surface and leaned forward. “Since you do respond so sweetly, we aren’t backing off.”
“Just because you’re good at seducing me, doesn’t mean anything. All that says is that we’re physically attracted to each other. It doesn’t mean I want to be.”
“Why are you fighting it?” Marx spoke up this time. He stalked across the room until she was backed up against the little fridge.
“Because you’ll smother me. I don’t want to live that way again.”
* * * *
“What do you mean we’ll smother you and you don’t want to live that way again?” Jackson was watching her closely as if waiting for her to bolt.
Kelly bit her bottom lip and tried to still the tremble that had begun in her hands. She clasped them together at her waist.
“You’re both Doms. Just because I may have once been a submissive, doesn’t mean I want to be that way now.”
“Honey, you’re a natural submissive. You can’t change your basic nature. Are you saying you want to try your hand at being a top?” Jackson asked.
She shook her head. She had no interest whatsoever in that. She just didn’t want to lose herself again. If she allowed Marx and Jackson into her life, they would expect her to become their submissive and maybe even their slave. She didn’t want to live that way again. She had just gotten her life back in order—sort of.
“I guess I don’t understand. Explain to me what you are talking about.” Jackson looked genuinely confused but sincere with the question.
She looked up at Marx and swallowed hard to get rid of the knot clogging her throat. Marx seemed to realize he was making her even more uncomfortable standing over her because he backed up and leaned against the doorway that led into her bedroom.
“I don’t want to be a slave.” There. She’d said it.
“Neither one of us wants a slave. We don’t have the time or energy to take on that sort of responsibility.” Jackson smiled at her, looking relieved.
“We would never agree to such an arrangement, kitten.” Marx nodded toward his brother.
“I don’t want to be told what to wear or who to talk to. I want to work and be my own person. You are both Doms. You aren’t going to want a submissive who has her own life outside of yours.” She clasped and unclasped her hands as she looked from one man to the other.
“Kelly, you’re presuming a lot without actually talking to us about it. We don’t want someone who has no personality. We don’t want to make