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Timberland boots encased his feet. He looked like a sexy lumberjack. A sexy lumberjack wearing a Rolex.
    I giggled.
    “Something funny?” Noah asked as he clasped his briefcase shut.
    “It’s just… you’re wearing jeans and a plaid shirt and hiking boots, and your watch is……” I couldn’t stop laughing.
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Charlotte.”
    “It’s just that even when you’re trying to look normal, you’re just… “ I shook my head. “We’re supposed to look like we’re going hiking. Who wears a Rolex hiking?”
    “Someone who wants to know what time it is,” he said, deadpan.
    I giggled again.
    “Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked. “You think that’s funny, me in my Rolex?”
    I nodded, and he reached across the back of the car and began to tickle me. I giggled and laughed and tried to squirm out from under him, but he took my hands and pushed them up over my head.
    “Oh, it feels good to laugh,” I said, slightly breathless.
    “I know something else that would feel good,” he breathed, brushing his lips across my collarbone. I shivered, remembering how bad I’d been today, wondering what he would do to me and when he would do it.
    The sound of Jared’s voice came through the speaker in the back. “Sir?”
    “Yes, Jared?” Noah said, as he kissed the hollow of my throat.
    “Shall I tell them you’re ready for take off, sir?”
    “Yes, Jared, that will be fine.”
    But Noah didn’t make a move to get out of the car. Instead he kissed me hard and deep on the lips, his hands traveling down my sides and causing butterflies to swarm my stomach.
    “Are you ready to be punished, Charlotte?” he asked devilishly. It wasn’t a question, though. A question would have implied that I had some say in it, that I had some choice over when or where I would receive my consequences.
    “Now?” I asked.
    “Now. In an hour. All day.” His hands slipped up under my shirt, his palms cupping my breasts through my bra, his index finger sliding lazily along the top of the lacy cups. Heat rushed through my body.
    “You are not to speak to anyone but me, Charlotte,” he said. “Do you understand?”
    “Yes.” I bit my lip. “I mean, I think I do. You mean I’m not allowed to talk to Lameuix? When we get there?”
    “Yes, Lameuix. But anyone else who talks to you, as well. You will respond to them only through me. Do you understand?”
    I flushed. “But won’t people think that’s weird?”
    “People will think you have a smart mouth and you can’t be trusted to make your own statements.” His breath was warm against my neck, his body heavy on top of mine.
    “Yes,” I said. “Yes, sir, I understand.”
    “Good.” He pulled his body from mine, leaving me lying there in the backseat, panting and wanting.
    He held his hand out and helped me up, and I straightened my sweater and smoothed my hair.
    When we got out of the car, the stairs leading to the jet had been rolled out.
    “I checked with Edward and you can board whenever you wish, sir,” Jared said. “They’re ready for you.”
    “Thank you, Jared,” Noah said. He pulled his briefcase from the car and handed it to Jared.
    “Who’s Edward?” I asked Noah, making sure I directed my question to him and not Jared.
    “My pilot.” Noah gave me a warning look, a reminder that I wasn’t to speak to anyone but him.
    I rolled my eyes just the tiniest bit. I know.
    His eye twitched in disapproval.
    “Would you like me to take your bag, miss?” Jared asked me, gesturing to the oversized tote I’d brought with me.
    I looked at Noah, waiting for him to answer for me. But he didn’t.
    The silence stretched a beat longer than necessary, until it clicked in. I was expected to tell Noah what I wanted to say to Jared.
    I leaned up and whispered in Noah’s ear. “You can tell him thank you but I’ll carry my own bag.”
    “Charlotte appreciates the offer, but I will carry her bag for her,” Noah reported.