His eyes flew open. “Agree to what?”

“You think you can tell me no?” she whispered, leaning down so her breasts brushed his chest. “You think you can decide how I fight my battles?”

“Mine… please,” Hayden choked out, his face flushed, his body straining as his hips jerked up into the tight heat of her wet pussy.

She increased the pace, her body a blur of friction and heat. She was the one in control. She was the one driving the tempo.

“Agree, Hayden,” she demanded, her ...