Poseidon raised a hand to his cheek but the expression didn't change. He had taken what he wanted from many women, divine and mortal alike. He didn't care at all what she wanted or what she liked. It was only what he wanted. After all, he was the god of the Sea, who was she to deny him? It was only for Jeremiah's sake and the mortal sense of right and fair that he held back. He was incredibly tempted to toss her down on the ground and bury himself inside of her. Fucking her until he was sated. No. She agrees willingly or not at all. Jeremiah grabbed him back, growled in response as he chastised the Greek god.
Jeremiah couldn't hide his body's reaction to the situation and instead of answering her, he strode across the yard to a copse of trees near one of the front pastures. He needed his clothes if he was going to talk to the woman. Epona, Kenzie. Whatever she called herself. She was still one of his employees and he wasn't going to cross the line with her. He hated that she knew exactly how much he and Poseidon had liked the feel of her on his back.