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Zane sat behind his desk in his office at the mansion and tried to focus on the report he was reading. Try, being the operative word. His eyes kept drifting over to Ava, sitting in a chair to his left, reading something on her phone that had her frowning. He sighed and turned back toward the screen in front of him. His mind drifted to last night. The taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her mouth as she pleasured him. The way she had made him cum from a simple blowjob was new to him. He had craved more, to take things further with his angel. He wanted to make her his in every way. But he also feared the feeling. There was a part of himself waring him she could end up being his ultimate addiction. If there was one thing Zane had learned from being around drugs most of his life, it was how to spot an addiction a mile away. He also knew to avoid it at all costs. The only way to do that was to limit your intake. So, he had spent the rest of the night trying to work. They had driven hom