Brittany teased, "I can''t! Haven''t I touched every inch of you? And now, you''re pretending to be some innocent young man?"


    Horace went silent.


    Soon, the buttons on his shirt were undone, one by one, revealing half of his toned chest.


    Brittany''s hand slid over his firm, warm muscles as she clung to him like a seductive snake wrapping around its prey.


    Horace cleared his throat but let her hold on.


    The heat from his body cased some of Brittany''s tension, though her face remained pale. "What about Jessica..."


    "Don''t worry," Horace reassured her. "My people are already following her. Nothing will happen.”


    "It''s good that she wants to join mypany, but her ambition is way too much. She expects to call the shots from day one. I


    still need to talk to her."


    Educating Jessica was quickly bing the biggest headache for both Horace and Brittany.


    "I understand," Horace replied.


    Suddenly, Brittany lifted her head and looked at him sharply. "You''re getting aroused!"


    His eyes darkened as he gazed down at Brittany''s stunning face. Without hesitation, he bent down and kissed her.


    But Brittany turned away.


    Horace flipped over and pinned her beneath him.


    Brittany raised her hand to push him off. "What are you doing?"


    "I''m already aroused," Horace said. "What do you think I want?"


    Without warning, Brittany slipped her hand into his pants pocket, feeling around.


    "Brittany!" Horace eximed. He felt she was treating him like he wasn''t a man.


    She pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Since you''re turned on I''ll help you call Ida over."


    She was going to call Ida.


    Horace frowned. "Stop goofing around. I already told you, nothing is going on between Ida and me."


    Brittany ignored him and stared at his phone. "What''s your lock screen password? Is it still my birthday?"


    She entered her birthday, and sure enough, the phone unlocked.


    She raised an eyebrow. "You haven''t changed your password in all these years?"


    His phone still used the password she had set, and he hadn''t bothered to change


    it.


    Brittany found Ida''s number and was about to dial, but Horace grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand down onto the bed.


    "Isn''t it your job as Mrs. Larson to satisfy my needs?"


    "I already had thewyer draw up the divorce papers. I''m not Mrs. Larson


    anymore-mmph!"


    Horace leaned down and kissed her again.


    Brittany struggled fiercely. "Let me go!"


    But Horace didn''t relent. His lips moved to her neck, and his hand slipped beneath her silk white blouse.


    She wanted warmth and held him close, touching him freely. Did she think he was just a tool? Did she not realize how dangerous this was?


    Her blouse hade undone, sliding open. Horace''s hand was partially covered by the fabric, the rest of his wrist and his luxury watch exposed, a visual of a steady and self-controlled man.


    Brittany''s previously pale face flushed with color. She pushed his hand away. "Do you think you''re still a teenager? It''s broad daylight! What do you think you''re doing? Aren''t you even a little embarrassed?"


    His voice turned hoarse. "Haven''t we always done this, anytime, anywhere?"


    Of course, she hadn''t forgotten their marriage days. Though it was a union between powerful families, they were well matched in every way, especially in bed.


    To be honest, Horace had lived up to every fantasy about high-society marriages.


    After all, he was the man Brittany had chosen. She had handpicked him for this alliance.