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1 Year Later…“Who dips french fries in their ice cream? That should be illegal. Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not defile perfectly good fries with ice cream,” I tease Evan, grimacing as he dips another fry into his Wendy’s Frosty.He grins, completely unfazed. “You don’t know what you’re missing. It’s the perfect combo—salty and sweet. Like little orgasms for your tastebuds.”I smirk, leaning in close. “I’ll give you an orgasm for your mouth.”He chuckles before meeting me halfway, kissing me deeply. Evan has this way of taking charge—confident but gentle, playful yet passionate. He pulls away just enough to murmur against my lips, “Promises, promises.”We’ve been together about two months now and recently decided to be exclusive. I don’t know if Evan’s the one, but he’s definitely someone I can see myself falling in love with. After Zoe and especially Kent, it took many late-night conversations with Jessie and plenty of reassurance from Star before I

I fucking love pissing her off.To the point of distraction—where she doesn’t even realize the show she’s giving me with that low-cut shirt every time she bends over her desk. She thinks I can’t see her.But whenever Alexis is in the room, my eyes are always on her.It’s why she has to sit behind me in meetings. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to focus.I knew the second my food arrived—had Andy at security call me the moment she stepped into the elevator with it. And yes, I saw the itinerary she placed front and center on my desk. You’d have to be blind not to. The woman is nothing if not efficient. So efficient, in fact, that I’ve had to get downright devious just to throw her off balance.Does she deserve it? Absolutely not.She’s incredible. Takes care of her mother—recently moved into a nursing home. Carries the crushing debt her late father left behind. Still searching for her addict brother who disappeared years ago. And she does all of it while working for me.I know I’m de

I was more than a little pissed when I found out Alexis had booked me into my favorite suite—but got herself a much smaller room on a lower floor.We’re staying at The Connaught, one of the best hotels in London and my personal favorite. It’s where my father used to bring me… when he remembered he had a family. We’d have a decent time—until the weekend ended or work pulled him away, and then I’d be alone.I’m in the Sutherland Suite. Not the largest suite they have, but my go-to when I’m here solo. Thirty-foot ceilings, a grand piano, a spacious sitting area, dining space, one massive bedroom, and twenty-four-hour butler service.It’s everything I need. Except for one thing.Her.Since it’s just the two of us from Wilson Cybersecurities on this trip, I’d expected she’d book a suite with at least two bedrooms. Honestly? If I could’ve gotten away with it, I’d have had her stay in my room.We’re not there yet, but still—same suite, same floor, anything closer would’ve given me more tim

It’s been two weeks since we got stranded here in England, and my patience is wearing very thin with Alexis.I meant what I said—that her workday ends at 5 PM. That’s how it always should have been. But back then, I was trying to break her under the pressure. I thought if I pushed her hard enough, I could get her to snap. To need me. But she’s better at controlling herself than I gave her credit for.So now? I have a new strategy.I’m going to make her so full of lust, she’ll be the one who jumps me.Every morning, I walk around the suite in just my sweats. I make sure she catches me coming back from the gym in low-hanging basketball shorts. I leave the bathroom door open when I shower—towel slung low on my hips as I step out, dripping.We eat every meal together. I steer the conversation away from work and into personal territory. I study her. Learn her.And still? Nothing.How the fuck has she held out this long?I’m so wound up, I’ve started jerking off twice a day. At least.

She challenged me.My sweet, wicked little pet had the audacity to call me out. To test me.After I made her cum with my fingers like she’d been starved for it? After I felt her soaking thighs and saw that blush staining her chest?No.She wanted proof? She was about to get all of it.I shove her back on the bed, hook her leg over my shoulder, and drive inside her in one hard thrust.I’d planned to go slow. Make our first time something soft, something passionate.But she had to push. Had to brat. And no dom alive could be gentle after that.She’s so fucking tight. Like she hasn’t had a good dicking in months. And maybe she hasn’t—she’s been too damn busy working herself to the bone for me.That ends now. She’s mine. And no one else will ever touch her again.I start hammering into her, not holding back. She’s already close—I can feel her fluttering around me.“You gonna cum for me, pet?” I growl, breath ragged.“God, yes! Fuck me—make me cum!” she cries out.I sit up, roll he