"No," Jonathan said, leaning back against the seat, looking up at her. There was only so far Jonathan was willing to bend and saying please was a bit too close to begging for his taste.
He. Did. Not. Submit.
Not anymore and certainly not for her.
He reached between them, zipping up his pants, wincing at the tightness of the leather around his groin, having a feeling Pam was not going to react well to his reply and really not wanting her to get ideas of removing rather important pieces of his anatomy.