It was a possessive embrace. A knowing embrace. An intimate embrace. The older man was J. Harvey Kincaid and the youth was her own son, Hugh Raven. Th...e realization of the pose hit Ada like a strike of lightning. Kincaid’s elk. She had been Kincaid’s elk the day Frank had died. And it wasn’t her, for her own sake, Kincaid wanted to possess. He just wanted to conquer. And he had done exactly the same thing with her son—just to conquer. It was all in his books. It was the centerpiece of the book. If you want?”“Okay! I’m going. See you idiots later.”Mark ran up the stairs and found Dara tapping her shoe and looking down at her watch. Mark licked his lips looking at the hot mother. She was dressed in a short skirt with a tube top and heels. Her tube top was white colored, so her breasts and nipples showed.“Are you ready? You’re the lucky one?”“Yup. You need lingerie? I bet you’ll look so hot.”“When I shop, I need opinions. Perhaps, you can take photos of me.”Mark followed Dara to her car.. That reminded me that my phone was still in top of my desk, unlocked, with Jane right next to it. Fuck. I looked up at Jane, but she seemed to keep taking notes of what I had written on the board. Probably she didn't even notice it. I walked back to my desk and saw my phone at the exact spot that I had left it. Taking a deep breath in relief I sited down and without touching the phone started to scribble numbers in my notepad. "You are not going to check you phone for new messages?" I heard. So if begging won't help me maybesomethingelse will. I sat a little closer not too close for him to notice but enough to do what I wanted. I rested my hand on his arm to draw hisattentionto me. "Please. Anything." I'd dropped my voice to a whisper right next to his ear. And suddenly his mouth was crushed on mine. I kissed him back harder as he ran his well experienced fingers over my body. He pulled me into his lap so I straddled him and he pulled me closer to him. I opened my mouth more to let.