When my alarm went off the next morning, I realized I’d been asleep that entire time.

And I could actually think clearly.

I turned off the alarm and looked at Hunt beside me. He was on his side of the bed, one arm tucked under his head while the other held up his phone. He scrolled through his messages. He seemed to have been awake for the past few minutes.

“Sleep well?” he asked with a husky voice.

“Actually…yeah.”

“I kept my promise.”

I wiped the sleep from my eyes and finally felt energy in my body again. Crunching numbers and plotting my business empire was nearly impossible when I couldn’t think of two coherent sentences in a row. Now my mind was fresh again. I could enjoy the beautiful view outside my window for the first time in days. “Thank you.”

“Baby steps.” He kicked the covers back, revealing his throbbing cock against his body. Long and thick, his nine inches were impressive every time I looked. “So.” He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. “Can I cross the line now?” He straightened his fingers and drew a line down the center of the bed.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He circled his arm around my waist and pulled me to the center. He moved on top of me and separated my thighs with his own. He moved between my legs and pushed his thick cock inside me, sliding until he was completely sheathed. “I love dumping my come inside you first thing in the morning.” He got right down to business, stimulating my clit with his pelvic bone and shoving his cock deep inside me. He thrust hard and fast, pushing me into a quick orgasm followed by his own. When he finished, he pulled out of me and immediately got into the shower.

As I sat there with his come lingering inside me, I had to admit I liked morning sex too. There was no kissing or introductions. It was straight sex, right to the point. It was quick and good, skipping the foreplay because neither one of us needed it.

It was a great way to start the day.

---

My driver was taking me to Stratosphere.

Thorn called me. “What’s up, Titan?”

“You called me.” I scrolled through the emails on my tablet.

“That’s right,” he said. “Wanted to know if we could use your plane this weekend.”

“What’s wrong with yours?”

“Yours is newer,” he said. “Also, mine is in maintenance.”

“Sure, that’s fine.”

“Great. How’s it going with your boy toy?”

“Pretty good actually.” The divider was up between my driver and me so he couldn’t overhear what I was saying.

“And the sleepovers?”

“Gotten better.”

“Really?” he asked in surprise. “You actually slept?”

“Yeah. He promised he wouldn’t touch me in the middle of the night. I know he’s a man of his word, so I was able to sleep.”

“Wow. Talk about progress.”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “You two just seem to be getting close.”

“I think we’ve always been close. I see him every day.”

“But close in a different kind of way.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know… I didn’t see you getting over the sleepovers.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m over them,” I said. “I just found last night tolerable.” My driver pulled up to the building, so I had to wrap up the call. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright. See ya.”

I hung up and walked into the building. I took the elevator to the top floor and stepped out into the open room. The conference room door was closed, so I assumed Hunt was already inside. I made a cup of coffee before I stepped in. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He eyed the Styrofoam cup like it was an oddity.

“What?”

“What are you drinking?”

“Coffee.”

Now he was in shock. “You drink things other than booze?”

I rolled my eyes and sat down. “Shut up.”

When he chuckled, he wore the sexiest smile. It was charming and endearing, revealing the sweet version of this man that very few people got to witness. His navy tie matched his suit, which was the same deep royal color. He was looked good in every suit he had, but this was a particularly good color on him.

“You look nice today,” I said bluntly.

He adjusted his tie. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

I opened my folder and got to work. We spent the next two and half hours focusing on everything we needed to get done. Hunt was right to the point when it came to business, skipping over things that didn’t have the same priority. He could compartmentalize tasks, never forgetting the least important stuff, but shelving it for a later time. He was quick with his reasoning, overruling me in a lot of things because he had a better approach. He’d done business in this space a lot longer than I had, so he had vital expertise to share.

He was a great partner.

“I’ll make sure this is all wrapped up by tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “Because there will be no work this weekend.” He gave me that intense expression I’d come to decipher immediately. Its meaning was as plain as a sunny day.

He wasn’t going to be happy with my news. “I’ll be in Chicago this weekend.”

“Why?” He didn’t raise his voice or change his tone, but he somehow brought more authority into the words.

“Thorn and I are visiting his parents. They’re hosting an event for their company.”

Hunt’s expression didn’t change, but he somehow looked ruthless. His dark eyebrows came closer together, and his coffee-colored eyes no longer looked warm like a fall morning. He looked dangerous, like coal sitting in the bottom of a mine. “You aren’t going.”

This exchange of power was becoming more difficult to bear. We interpreted authority in different ways. I only commanded him to come to me, not forbade him from going other places. His sense of control extended far and wide, taking the meaning in a much different way. “That’s an abuse of power.”

“There are no safe words with us. So there are no rules.”

“I already told them I’m going.”

“Then tell them you aren’t going.”

“Hunt—”

“You aren’t carrying on with Thorn on my time, Titan. I own you for the next six weeks.”

“I never told you where to go and not to go.”

“But you didn’t care what I was doing when you summoned me. I’ll summon you just the way you did to me—and you better come on your hands and knees.”

I respected his fire but also despised it. “I’m stuck, Hunt. There’s nothing I can do. His parents planned this months ago—”

“Not my problem.”

I steadied myself from rolling my eyes. “Well, I’m going. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Except handcuff you to my bed.” He cocked his head to the side, making the threat more real.

“Then I’ll leave you when you least expect it.”

“You’re that determined to defy me?”

“I’m that determined to keep my word to Thorn. I’ve been blowing him off enough as it is.”

“Like I haven’t been blowing off all my friends,” he said coldly. “At least he knows about me.”

I couldn’t argue with a man who always had the upper hand. “I’ll be back Sunday night. It’ll only be two evenings.”

“That’s too long. But if you insist on going, that’s fine.”

I couldn’t believe he caved that easily after all the things he’d said. “Really?”

“Because I’m coming with you.”

Now that was a twist. “What?”

“You’ll stay with me at my hotel. Go out and do your thing. But the second it’s over, you’re coming back to me.”

“We usually stay with his parents…”

“Then I’m staying with them too, or you’re staying in a hotel. Your pick.”

I didn’t doubt that he’d make good on his word. “You really want to go all the way to Chicago for the weekend?”

“I really want to stuff you with come before you go out with your in-laws.”

I felt dirty for actually being turned on by that. “Then we’ll stay in a hotel. I guess that’s the only compromise we’re going to find…”

“Works for me.”

I didn’t know whether it was his jealousy or his possessiveness that was taking over. But either way, his mood had darkened, and he wasn’t as easygoing as he had been minutes ago. He wanted to have me every second of his six weeks. He wanted me to be his prey, his plaything.

It was one time I actually didn’t mind it.

---

My gown arrived right to my door, and I took it in the plastic wrap and hung it up in the living room so I wouldn’t forget it on the way out tomorrow. It was deep teal, tight against every inch of my body, and soft. I had a white-gold bracelet to wear with it, and the straps hung off my shoulders to reveal my collarbone.

It was beautiful.

It was one of the few things that I didn’t get from Suede.

The elevator doors lit up again before they opened.

Did the delivery man forget something?

Hunt appeared in dark jeans and a long-sleeved olive-green shirt. His hands were in his pockets as he stepped inside, his entire body hard and defined all over the place. He welcomed himself inside and didn’t say a word.

We’d have to start being more careful about him stopping by all the time. If anyone with a camera noticed how often he came to my building, it would take a minimal amount of research to figure out he didn’t live there—but I did.

He eyed the dress I’d just hung up and the shoe box on the couch. He came closer to me, his presence filling my massive penthouse. His jaw was recently shaven, not a spot of hair on his chin because he shaved after work.

He stopped directly in front of me, his face just inches from mine. He looked down at me, eyeing my lips and then my eyes.

I held my breath, feeling a surge of sensations. My fingers prickled, my pulse quickened, my hair stood on end, my pussy moistened. Everything happened within the snap of a finger. I was heavy in lust, so deep in carnal desire that I was lost in a heavy fog. Everything else was blurred out, and the only thing I could see clearly was Hunt.

This beautiful man.

His hand slowly slid up my arm, to my shoulder, and then up my neck. He never broke eye contact with me as his fingers reached the fall of my hair. He gently wrapped my strands around his fingers, forming a knot between his hand and my hair. He stepped closer to me, his presence so near our bodies blended together.

I just breathed.

I didn’t know what overcame me, but I felt weak. All my strength and desire disappeared. I just wanted this man to take me, to make me feel incredible. I wanted him to kiss me all over, to suck my nipples until they were raw.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “I missed you.”

Goose bumps flooded my arms as the words sank into me. I felt the shiver all the way down my spine to the backs of my heels. We did amazing work together. We had very different minds, but we both brought significant contributions to the table. But when we weren’t discussing ideas, our sexual chemistry perfectly complemented one another. “I missed you too.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth, his lips lingering there for a long time. His fingers brushed against the back of my neck, making me shiver. “I know you did.” He dragged his mouth against my bottom lip playfully, enticing me. “Undress and get in bed.” His fingers slowly snaked out of my hair. “Wait for me.”

His request was clear, and I found it easier to obey than I had before. Now that I wanted him so much, I was eager to have him in any way I could. “Yes, Boss Man…” I walked into the bedroom and stripped all my clothes away. The lights were off because I never bothered turning them on. The view of the city always brought a powerful glow into my bedroom, making everything visible without a single light turned on. He didn’t tell me what position to take, so I got on all fours with my ass in the air, assuming that was how he wanted me.

It was usually the position all men preferred.

I heard the sound of glasses moving and liquid pouring. He was obviously helping himself to a drink, making me wait on purpose.

Asshole.

The TV turned on, and I imagined him sitting on the couch taking his time.

Bigger asshole.

All I could think was about that mouth on my body, that enormous cock making me feel so full, the way his breath fell on my neck as he rocked into me. He wore the sexiest expression when he looked at me, a dark visage accompanied by a hard jaw. I felt like the only woman in the world when he thrust into me, burying his enormous length inside me.

Time dragged on forever.

He was making me wait on purpose, making my pussy glisten for him in anticipation. My back arched on its own, and I waited for the sound of the TV to turn off.

No man had ever made me wait like this.

I finally heard the TV turn off and his footsteps tap against the hardwood floor. He was already barefoot, and I imagined his shirt was lying over the back of the couch. His masculine presence entered the bedroom and approached the bed, his thick arms resting by his sides. His torso was a combination of hard lines and grooves, a man etched from stone. He stopped at the foot of the bed and stared at me.

I stared at the headboard, waiting for him to do something.

I heard the sound of his belt hit the floor. Then he pulled his boxers down his muscular thighs and kicked them aside.

My back arched harder.

“You really miss me now.”

“Yes…”

His body shuffled as he got to his knees on the hardwood floor. He pressed his face between my legs, greeting my swollen lips with his own. Very faint stubble from his jaw grazed against my inner thighs as his mouth worked my entrance.

“Oh…” I gripped the sheets underneath me and closed my eyes.

His tongue circled my clit before it delved inside my pussy. He tasted me, feasting on me. His big hands gripped both of my cheeks and squeezed. His large mouth licked and sucked all of me, becoming more aggressive.

My arms weakened, and I could barely hold myself up anymore. My head dipped toward the bed, and I breathed hard. My hand reached behind me, and I found his wrist, needing to grip the forearm for balance.

He blew across my opening and gave it another kiss. “You want to come, baby?”

“Please, Boss Man.”

He kissed me again, this time, delicately. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Please,” I said louder.

He circled my throbbing clit harder, applying the perfect pressure to drive me into a powerful climax that made me nearly yank the sheets off the bed. My nails dug into his forearm, and I barely stopped my hips from bucking. “Boss Man…”

He sucked me harder, making the orgasm stretch as long as possible. He made love to me with his mouth, his sexy tongue doing wonderful things to me. He blew then sucked over and over.

I thrived in orgasmic bliss, my vision blurry and my spine tight. My cheek was against the bed, and my ass was still high in the air. All I could do was breathe, feel the tenderness as it slowly left my body.

Hunt rose to his feet, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over.

I rolled to my back and watched him move on top of me, his muscular physique covering mine. He folded my legs against my body and positioned our hips together, his torso stretching far above mine. He locked eyes with me as he slowly slid inside. “Amazing pussy…” He moved all the way inside until every inch of his length was fully sheathed. Then he moaned.

I moaned too. My hands started at his stomach and slowly moved up, feeling the intricate lines of his body as the muscles separated sections of his physique. He could easily be an underwear model if being a business tycoon didn’t work out. His chest was my favorite part. It was smooth with sleek pads of muscle. I liked to drag my nails over it to feel the powerful strength underneath.

Instead of thrusting into me immediately, he moved his face to mine and kissed me.

Slowly.

Softly.

Gently.

Our mouths moved together in gentle embraces, our lips locking and then breaking apart. He gradually rocked into me, his thick length pushing in and pulling out. His rhythm wasn’t interrupted by our kisses, which were soft but quickly escalating. He would kiss me, pull away slightly to look at me, giving me the hottest expression I’d ever seen, and then kiss me again.

My arms circled his neck, and I pulled him closer to me, my fingers caressing his hair. I needed more of him.

All of him.

My lips separated his, and I moved my tongue into his mouth, immediately feeling our breath mixing together. I ground against him, taking his cock a little faster. We came together, broke apart, and then came together even harder than we did last time.

Our bodies burned.

Our fingers ached.

I craved more. He took more.

“Hunt…” I spoke into his mouth as my lips trembled. My pussy was already tightening around him, another orgasm rushing through me as the tide returned. My kisses stopped completely because all I could do was moan into his mouth, to stifle my screams so I wouldn’t shatter his eardrums. My hands gripped his shoulders, and my body shifted and writhed beneath him. “God…”

“Baby…” He deepened the angle and gave me more of his length, hitting me deep and hard. His tight ass clenched, and he buried himself far as he released with a quiet moan, pumping me with his come.

I loved feeling his come inside me. Made me feel like a woman, feeling a man’s desire deep inside me. And not just any man—but Diesel Hunt. “Feels so good…”

“I’ve got plenty more.”

---

My men carried my suitcases onto the plane, along with the gown that needed to be handled perfectly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. I got out of the back seat once Thorn’s BMW pulled onto the tarmac. He got out of the back seat, wearing slacks and a collared shirt along with dark sunglasses. “Beautiful day to fly.”

“Yep.”

His men carried his bags onto the plane as he walked up to me. “Ready to get going?”

“I’m waiting for—”

A blacked-out Mercedes pulled up, and once the car was at a stop, Hunt stepped out. In black jeans and a black t-shirt, he looked suave and sexy with his aviator sunglasses he had on. He wore a dashing smile, probably pleased by the shocked expression on Thorn’s face.

“I was about to tell you that Hunt was coming along.” Little late now, but Thorn got the picture.

Thorn crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Hunt walk toward us. “Why?”

“He said he didn’t want me to be gone all weekend. At first, he told me I had to stay. But I said I couldn’t do that because I’d already committed to this before we were together, so he said he was coming along. Not much I could do about it.”

Thorn’s expression didn’t change, but I knew he wasn’t happy about this. “Is he staying at my parents’ place too?”

“We’re staying at a hotel.”

“And what am I supposed to tell my mother?”

“Say I have meetings at the hotel. She’ll believe that.”

Thorn didn’t argue, but his eyebrows were furrowing even more by the second.

Hunt reached us, his boyish smile on his lips. He didn’t greet me with a kiss because we were in public, but he didn’t shy away from wrapping his arm around my waist and giving me an affectionate hug. His face turned into my neck, and he gave me a quick kiss just behind the ear, doing it discreetly so no one would notice.

I thought about last night, the way we moved together slowly until sometime in the morning. He pumped me full of his come and refused to let me shower so I’d have to sleep with it inside of me.

Pretty hot.

Hunt turned to Thorn and extended his hand. “Mr. Cutler.”

Thorn looked like he might not shake his hand.

I shot him a glare, not sure what the problem was.

Thorn finally finished the gesture. “Didn’t realize you were joining us.”

“I didn’t realize either until yesterday,” Hunt said simply. “But where my woman goes, I go.”

I wasn’t his woman, but I didn’t correct him in front of Thorn.

“Your woman?” Thorn couldn’t sheathe his anger this time. He pivoted his body, naturally turning defensive, his shoulders appearing broader. The men were busy loading the plane and preparing for takeoff so they couldn’t overhear this tense conversation.

“I’m the one sleeping with her, aren’t I?” Hunt challenged.

Thorn stepped closer to him. “She’s yours for the next five weeks. But she’s mine for the rest of my life.” Thorn was just inches from him, but luckily, he never raised his fist. He gave Hunt a ferocious glare before he walked to the stairs and boarded the plane.

Hunt didn’t drop his smile, brushing off the feud like nothing happened at all. “Shall we?”

Hunt did nothing wrong to provoke Thorn, but I was disappointed they weren’t getting along. Every time I talked to Thorn about it, he seemed to calm down. But when they were together again, tensions rose.

Hunt picked up on my disappointment. “If you think I’m gonna let someone talk to me like that, you wouldn’t be fucking me.”

No, I probably wouldn’t.

“Let’s get going.”

---

We checked in to the hotel. Thorn ended up staying at the same place because he couldn’t stay with his parents while I stayed at the hotel alone. That wasn’t believable, and it would probably make them think we were having problems.

We were both on the top floor, but at opposite ends of the hotel—on purpose.

I doubted Thorn wanted to hear us have sex all night.

“We’re meeting my parents for dinner at six.” Thorn spoke to me as we rode the elevator to the top floor. Hunt stood on the other side of me, being silent so we could have our conversation. “I’ll pick you up at five thirty.”

“Okay.”

The doors opened, and all three of us stepped out.

Hunt grabbed my hand and pulled me in the other direction right away, taking me away from Thorn the second he got a chance.

Thorn let it go and headed the opposite way.

We were quiet in the hallway until we walked into the presidential suite. It was far too big for just two people, but both of us always needed to make a statement. Our luggage was already there, along with a chilled bottle of champagne and fresh flowers.

Hunt checked out the view of the Windy City before he pulled his shades off his face and set them on the table. “How long will you be gone tonight?”

“Not sure. His parents talk a lot.”

I slipped off my heels and let my flat feet rest on the hardwood floor.

“Do you ever wonder if Thorn’s feelings for you are more romantic than they seem?” Hunt slid his hands into his pockets as he looked out the window, his strong back opening wide into his broad shoulders.

“They aren’t.”

“And you’re so certain of that?”

“Absolutely.” I walked to the bar and made myself a drink. “He’s possessive of me because I’m an asset to him. He sees me as his property even though we aren’t married yet. There’s nothing romantic about it.”

“And you really believe that?”

“Completely.”

Hunt turned around and stared at me. “Have you ever asked him?”

“I don’t need to. If he felt that way, he would tell me.”

“And what would you do if he did?”

I tossed the cherry and orange peel into the drink. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he asked.

“His feelings wouldn’t change anything.”

“It would go against all the reasons why you’re marrying him in the first place.”

“Romantic love wouldn’t change our friendship or loyalty.”

“Would you return those feelings?” His eyes scrutinized every inch of my face.

“No. I don’t see him that way. And this is a stupid conversation because he doesn’t see me that way either. Thorn Cutler is not the kind of man who feels anything more than lust and power. He’s very simple.”

Hunt stared at me for several more heartbeats before he turned back to the window.

“This discussion is over. I have nothing more to say about it, and I’m not taking questions.”

“This isn’t a press conference,” he said coldly. “And if it is, I’m running the show. I can ask whatever I damn well please.”

I finished my drink then took a seat on the couch.

Hunt turned around and looked at me, his hand resting in his pockets.

I stared back, my gaze unflinching.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and took the seat beside me on the couch. He took my glass out of my hand, took a long drink, and then returned it.

“Yes, help yourself…”

“I will.” He rested his arm over the back of the couch.

“So, we have two hours before I need to start getting ready. What should we do?”

“I already know what I want to do.” He turned his face toward mine, a devilish look in his eyes.

“And what’s that?” I drank from my glass, letting the whiskey settle deep inside my stomach.

“Stuff you with come—in every single opening.”

---

Hunt made good on his word.

He came in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. When I tried to brush my teeth before dinner, he snatched the brush away and threw it on the counter.

Psychopath.

I got dressed, putting on a black cocktail dress with tie-dye shoes. There was a black lining along the edges, making them complement my dark dress. I pinned my hair to the side and pulled it over one shoulder, leaving it in loose curls but wearing it casually.

When I walked into the living room, Hunt was sitting at the table working on his laptop. His head was propped against his hand and he didn’t move an inch when I entered, but his eyes shifted to me.

He checked me out—from head to toe.

“Like what you see, Boss Man?”

He gave a nod that was almost imperceptible.

I grabbed my clutch off the counter and tucked my phone inside. When I turned around, Hunt was already up and standing behind me. His hands moved to my hips, and he squeezed the fabric of my dress, making it rise up slightly. “Are you trying to torture me?”

“No. But if I am, I picked the right dress.”

He released a quiet growl right against my ear. “You’re lucky you’re about to walk out the door.”

“My boss doesn’t care whether I am or not.” I brushed him off by walking away, and right on cue, Thorn rang the doorbell.

Hunt growled again.

I opened the door to Thorn, who was dressed in black slacks and a gray collared shirt. Instead of looking at me first, he eyed Hunt over my shoulder, as if he wanted to know where he was the second the door was open. “I’m ready.”

“Great.” Thorn finally shifted his gaze back to me. His eyes didn’t roam over my body appreciatively. He rarely looked at me that way, occasionally complimenting my appearance. But that scorching attraction Hunt always showed was nowhere to be seen.

Hunt was dead wrong about him.

Before I could step out, Hunt circled his arm around my waist. He turned me into his body and kissed me on the mouth, a little too hard for someone else to witness. His hand squeezed me, and he brushed his nose against mine. “I’ll miss you.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and the gentle affection nearly took my breath away.

I didn’t think twice before my reaction came out. “I’ll miss you too.”

A slight smile stretched his lips, making one corner rise in a cocky but sweet way. “I know, baby.” He kissed my cheek before he finally let me go. “Take care of her.” He turned his cold gaze back on Thorn. “I want her returned in the same condition.”

Thorn looked like he wanted to stab Hunt in the eye with a butter knife.

Thorn and I walked off and headed to the lobby, where a driver was waiting for us. We got into the back seat of a black car, the divider up so we had our privacy. The driver knew the address, so he took us on our way.

I looked out the window, knowing a tense conversation with Thorn was on the horizon. He had a thing or two to say about Hunt. I could feel the words before they were even spoken out loud.

“You know all those concerns I expressed to you a while ago?”

I kept my eyes focused out the window. “Yes.”

“Well, now I’m even more concerned.” He turned his face toward me as his legs stretched out in front of him. “The guy came all the way to Chicago just to bed you? He couldn’t wait two days? We have a problem, Titan.”

“I admit he’s possessive.”

“Way too possessive for a fling. And you’re going along with it.”

“He is in charge. You know the circumstances of the relationship.”

“But you like it.” He stared me down with his ice-blue eyes.

I slowly turned my head so I could meet his look head on.

“Titan, you have feelings for this guy. It’s obvious.”

I held his gaze and didn’t look away.

“Tell me.”

“Hunt and I talked about it a few days ago, our veiled meanings hidden in the shadows.”

“What was said?”

“Nothing concrete. Just…what our relationship is. He said we’re more than friends, more than lovers. We have a connection. I didn’t agree with him, but I didn’t deny it either. We moved into dangerous territory, talking about what kind of future we could possibly have. But I told him I wasn’t interested in love, despite how much I like him, and my decision to marry you hadn’t changed.”

Thorn’s angry look disintegrated, but he looked even more concerned than he did before. “You like him?”

“Of course.”

“But you like him a lot?”

“I do… There’s always been something there.”

“Such as?”

“I don’t know. I just feel differently with him from how I do with everyone else. And I know in my heart…when this ends…I’ll be disappointed. I know it’ll take me a few weeks to recover. It’ll be hard to picture him with someone else. I’m jealous when I see him with other women. He’s jealous when he sees me with other men. It’s natural, and neither one of us can seem to stop it.”

Thorn’s eyes fell in disappointment. “You’re in love with him?”

“No. I never said that.”

“But are you?”

So far, I’d managed to keep a wall of ice around my heart. Hunt had melted some of it, made it thinner and weaker than it was before. But he hadn’t managed to shatter it completely. He’d earned my trust and my friendship, which were already impressive accomplishments. But I managed to protect that last piece. “No. I haven’t allowed myself to fall that far. I don’t want to be in love with him. My desires haven’t changed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Thorn. I still want to marry you.”

“Then maybe you should stop seeing him. If it’s getting this hard…it might be smart to walk away.”

That would be the smart move, to get out before I could get in too deep. But after he fulfilled his end of the deal, I couldn’t renege on mine. “No. That wouldn’t be fair to him. He earned me. I can’t go back on my word.”

Thorn turned his gaze out the window again. “Be careful, Titan. You’re already in pretty deep.”

“I know.”

“And I told you he felt that way.”

“He’s never explicitly said it.”

He shook his head. “He doesn’t need to, Titan. It’d be redundant.”

“You think so?”

“I’m telling you, once the final weeks are over, he’s not going to let you go. He’s going to ask for more. And I’m afraid you aren’t going to be able to say no.”

The fact that I hesitated right then and there was alarming to me. I knew what I wanted, but now these feelings were making me lose sight of that. I was confused, unsure. Thorn and I had already laid out our plans for the future, and I couldn’t compromise what we already agreed to. Love was temporary. It lasted a few months, sometimes a few years. But it always died out, leaving far more heartbreak behind than it was worth. I had to remind myself why I’d decided to marry Thorn in the first place. It was the right decision—for me. “I will say no.”

---

I stepped inside the suite and found Hunt sitting on the couch. His laptop and notes were still resting on the table, but he’d obviously abandoned them when he decided to enjoy a drink and the game. He was only in his sweatpants, which hung low on his hips and displayed the deep V from his hips to his stomach. His chiseled chest was outlined and hard, and his body was a map of endless muscles.

I set my clutch on the table and slipped off my heels. “How was your night?”

“Just booze and work.” He held his glass over the back of the couch, an Old Fashioned. He’d probably been thinking of me the whole time I was gone.

“Sounds like fun.” I walked to the back of the couch and took the glass from his hand. I took a drink, noting the way he used more whiskey in his drinks than I did. And he skipped the cherry.

“How was your night?”

“It was fun.” Thorn’s parents were the kind of people who didn’t act their age. They had a zest for life, loved to travel, and never saw themselves as people in their sixties. To them, age was just a number. They lived life to the fullest, like it could end at any moment. Thorn was close with his parents, something I liked about him. I didn’t have a family of my own, and it was nice to see someone cherish what they had. And one day, they would be my family too.

“What did Thorn say about me?” he asked bluntly.

At least the two men were honest about their feelings for one another. “The same things he’s already said.”

Hunt turned his face back to the TV but didn’t really seem to be watching it. “Your party thing is tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I come along?”

“You know I’m going with Thorn.” I returned the glass to his hand and made my own drink. I made an Old Fashioned, making sure there was a cherry in it. I moved into the living room and took the seat beside him.

“I can go alone. It’s gonna be a big party, right?”

“But it’s not like I can be with you.”

“There’s a bathroom, isn’t there?” His eyes remained on the screen.

“I told you I was busy this weekend. If you’re bored, you shouldn’t have come.” His arm moved around my shoulder, and he pulled me closer to him. “I’m definitely not bored.” He grabbed both of my legs and pulled them over his lap, pivoting my body so I was looking more at him than the TV. He curled his arm around my neck so he could take a drink, never taking his eyes off me.

“You could get a lot of work done while I’m out.”

“All I ever do is work. That’s the nice thing about having you around—you’re a distraction. You’re the solution to my workaholism.”

“Anyone’s who’s successful is a workaholic.”

“Thorn isn’t. He’s been fed with a silver spoon.”

I didn’t mind when Hunt spoke his mind about Thorn, jealous of my relationship with him, but I wouldn’t let him talk about something he didn’t understand. “You don’t know him, Hunt. You’re in no position to talk about the things he has or hasn’t had.”

Instead of being pushed away by the cold comment, he smiled. “My mistake.”

I drank from my glass, letting the whiskey wet my mouth.

“You’re loyal.”

“Only good people are.”

“It makes me wonder what you say about me when someone insults me.” He kept smiling. “I bet if anyone said the slightest mean thing about me, your eyes would burn black and your mouth wouldn’t stop moving. You would tell them off with that cool Tatum Titan temper.”

“What makes you think I’m so loyal to you?”

“Just a hunch,” he whispered as he nuzzled his face into my hair.

We watched TV for the next hour, enjoying our glasses of whiskey without saying more than a few words to each other. It was one of the quiet times when we did something else besides screw. Like a couple who’d been together for years, we enjoyed the silence our companionship brought.

Once it was past midnight, we turned off the TV and got into bed. Hunt removed his sweatpants and slid under the covers, sticking to his side of the invisible line. I took one of his cotton shirts out of his suitcase and pulled it over my body, letting it fall to the middle of my thighs.

“I brought that just for you.”

“You did?” I pulled the sheets back and got comfortable.

“Yeah. It’s my gym shirt.”

I narrowed my eyes.

His smile told me he was joking. “It’s soft and comfortable. I thought it was better than sleeping in my collared shirts.”

“That was thoughtful.”

“Not really. I just think you look sexy in my clothes.”

“So this was entirely selfish?”

He grinned. “Yep. Completely.”

I turned on my side and faced him, surprised there wasn’t any movement toward sex. We’d fucked for hours before I had to start getting ready for dinner, and once in between, but that usually didn’t tame his arousal. He was like a sex machine that could go on forever. “No action tonight?”

“I figured you were sore. I did fuck you in a million ways this afternoon.”

“True.” I was a little sore. He stretched out every hole in my body.

“I’m tired anyway…had too much to drink.”

“You get drunk alone?”

“I just get drunk when I’m depressed.”

I studied the side of his face when his words melted into me. “Why are you depressed?”

“You were out with Thorn…with his parents…”

“That really bothers you?” I whispered.

He shrugged it off and changed the subject. “How many partners have you had?”

I didn’t answer. “That’s a sexist question.”

“I don’t mean have many men you’ve slept with. How many arrangements have you had? I’m not asking out of jealousy or judgment. Why should I be jealous of men who have come and gone after me? When we’re together, I know I’m the only man you think about.”

And even when we aren’t together. “Ten.”

“Ten?” he asked. “I expected the number to be much higher than that.”

“Finding the right partner takes some time.”

“And how do you find them?”

“Thorn usually helps.”

His right eyebrow arched in surprise. “Why him?”

“He knows people…”

“Does he do these arrangements too?”

Since it wasn’t my place to share Thorn’s personal life, I didn’t answer. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

“So that’s a yes,” he said quietly. “Makes sense now.”

I didn’t give him any kind of reaction. “How many women have you been with?”

He shrugged as he released a deep sigh. “Damn…I honestly don’t know. I realize that’s a terrible thing to say…but I really don’t know.”

“Not even an approximation?”

“You don’t strike me as the kind of woman to be jealous of all the others before you.”

“I’m not,” I said simply. “Just curious.”

“Over a hundred. Probably one-fifty.”

I couldn’t even wrap my brain around that. It didn’t surprise me considering how experienced he was. He didn’t just know where everything went…he knew how to make me see the moon and the stars. “You’ve never been in love?”

“No.”

“Not even close?”

“Nope,” he said. “I’ve never had a connection with someone other than screwing. There’s flirting and laughing…but nothing substantial. Women only want me for my money or my fame. That’s it. No one has ever asked me what my favorite color is.”

I smiled. “What’s your favorite color, Hunt?”

He grinned as he stared up at the ceiling. “Blue. What’s yours?”

“Pink.”

He turned his head so he could look at me. “Really?”

“Yeah. So?”

“It’s a girly color is all.”

“Well, I am a girl…”

“No, you’re a woman. I imagined your favorite color would be red…something bold and primal.”

“I’m not a bull.”

He chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

“I like red…it’s nice.”

“Anyway,” he said. “I’ve never been against relationships. I’ve just never found anyone real. People think I’m some playboy that fucks around because I have money and fame. But I only do that because that’s how everyone treats me. They think that’s all I’m interested in.”

“Why don’t you prove them wrong?”

“How?”

“Do charity work.”

He laughed like I’d said something funny. “I’ve already founded three charity organizations, and I’m also involved with dozens of others. The media prints photos of me with a woman on each arm, but there’s never been a single article about my charity work. Because people don’t care. I’m much more interesting as an arrogant playboy. They feed on my feud with my father like it’s a soap opera.”

I never found out what happened after Hunt beat out his father for Megaland. “Did your father say anything about that deal?”

“No. But my brother called me about it.”

“Brett?”

“No. Jax.”

He told me they hadn’t spoken in years. “Really? What did he say?”

“Said my father was really pissed, and his pride was destroyed. So he warned me and said a war was coming.”

That was disgusting. “Your father really is an asshole. How can someone be that petty?”

He shook his head. “No idea.”

“What kind of war is coming?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t really care. My dad can do his worst. I’m not scared of him.”

When I looked at Hunt, I saw a hard-working, driven, and selfless man. He was aggressive and authoritative, but he was also gentle, considerate, and understanding. If he were my son, I’d be unbelievably proud. How a man could jealous of his son’s success baffled me. Every parent wanted their child to do better than them. At least, that’s how it should be. “You’re right. You have nothing to be scared of.”

“Has your mother ever contacted you?”

The question caught me by surprise. We were just talking about family so it wasn’t out of the blue, but his bluntness was still surprising. “Why?”

“Once she figured out how rich you were, I assumed she asked to reconnect with you.”

No, that never happened. “No.” There wasn’t enough money in the world to make my mom want to get to know me, unfortunately.

“I’m surprised.”

“I’m not. When she walked away, she wanted nothing to do with me. Doesn’t make any sense for her to change her mind about that.”

“I’m sure she regretted it. Not right away, but eventually.”

“I doubt that. But I don’t hate her for leaving.”

“You don’t?” he asked quietly.

“She left me in the care of my father, who was wonderful. She didn’t leave me on the street. And when she realized being a mom wasn’t for her, she did the right thing and left. If she didn’t want to be there, it was better for her to be gone. She would have resented me and acted out toward me. I would have been stuck with a mom who wasn’t affectionate or caring. Some people judge her for it, but in reality, she made the right decision for both of us.”

Hunt stared at me in silence, his eyes not blinking.

“Same thing with adoption. When a mother gives up her baby, people judge her for it. But if she knows she can’t give the child the life it deserves, then she’s doing the responsible thing. She’s giving her child a better life. That’s what love is.”

His expression didn’t change. “You’re a lot more understanding than most people would be.”

“I had my dad. And he was just as good as two parents. We didn’t have a lot of money and I didn’t have a lot of toys, but that didn’t matter. We had each other—we had love.”

Hunt slowly smiled. “Very good point, Tatum.”

He hardly ever called me by my first name. No one did.

“And what if she came to you now? Said she regretted what happened all those years ago?”

“I don’t know…” I’d never given it much thought. I didn’t hate her. I didn’t love her. I was indifferent toward her. I didn’t need a mother growing up, and I certainly didn’t need a mother now that I was a thirty-year-old woman. “It’ll probably never happen, so it’s not worth talking about.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” I realized it was the most open we’d been with each other, talking just the way Thorn and I did. I talked about the mother who left me, and he explained that his father was still a heartless jackass. We didn’t share any of the same experiences, but we had a lot in common—heartbreak.

“Do you have these arrangements because of what happened with that guy ten years ago?” He asked the question bluntly, probably taking advantage of the openness of our conversation. This was something he wanted to know about, had asked me about it before.

I considered telling him.

He watched me patiently, not asking another question until I finally gave an answer.

“Yes.” He already suspected it, so I didn’t see the harm in confirming it.

He turned his body on its side and looked at me, his eyes soft. “Did he hurt you?”

I held his gaze without blinking, considering what my answer would be. I trusted Hunt not to tell anybody. I’d already trusted him with so much. But my tongue didn’t move, and the words didn’t form in my mouth. A part of me was afraid of what he would think of me. It was a stupid thing to be concerned about, considering Hunt was such a great man. He was never judgmental about anything. He was understanding and exceptionally sweet.

I shouldn’t hesitate.

But I still did.

Hunt broke the silence. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I can wait. I’m a patient guy.”

He let me off the hook. He recognized my unease, and instead of pushing me for answers, he just let it go. “Thanks… I guess I’m not ready.”

“That’s fine. I’m here when you change your mind.”

---

When I woke up the next morning, I was on top of solid rock. Hunt’s chest was underneath me, and it rose and fell with every breath he took. His smell enveloped me, swallowed me whole in a big warm cocoon.

My eyes opened, and I realized I’d crossed the line in the center of the bed.

And I was all over him.

He looked at me with a smile. “Morning.”

I moved off his chest, aware of where I was and the fact that I shouldn’t be there. I pulled the hair out of my face and slowly retreated back to my side of the bed.

Hunt’s smile disappeared as he watched me. “For the record, I woke up this morning like this—with you on top of me.”

He could have dragged me across the bed when I was asleep, but any movement would have stirred me immediately. I knew the only reason why I was there was because I put myself there. “Sorry…” I moved back to my side, rustling the sheets as I slid away.

“No need to apologize.” His strong arms let me go. “I liked it.”

I returned to my pillow and pulled the sheets to my shoulder, cold on this side of the bed where there was no body heat. All the warmth and comfort were left on Hunt’s side.

Hunt watched me with that handsome smile. “Now that you’re awake, why don’t you come back over here? You know you want to.”

I did want to.

He patted the mattress beside him, his hard chest calling my name. “Come on, baby. Don’t make me ask you again.”

My mouth softened into a smile, and I slid back across the bed, back to the place I’d slipped away from. My body met his warm flesh, my hand went to his bare chest, and I rested my face in the crook of his arm. I hugged his waist and wrapped my leg in between his thighs.

It was much more comfortable over here anyway.

His lips brushed against my forehead, his kiss affectionate and soft. “I slept like a rock last night.”

I didn’t wake up once. “Me too.”

“My shirt feels even nicer when I’m not wearing it.” He smiled through his words.

“It is comfy.” I hadn’t slept with anyone for nearly a decade, and now I’d slept with Hunt every night for a week straight. Now I was used to his breathing, could tell the difference if he was asleep or awake. I was used to the sound of his alarm clock in the morning. I was used to those hot kisses on my neck.

And I was used to getting laid first thing in the morning.

That was a luxury I’d gone without.

“I have an idea,” Hunt said. “How about we stay in this bed all day?”

“I’m gonna have to pee.”

He chuckled. “Except for peeing.”

“And I need to eat.”

“Room service.”

“We still need to answer the door, and I don’t eat in bed.”

“We’ll make an exception today—and I’ll answer the door.”

“And what are we going to do in this big bed all day?” I asked.

“You’re far too smart to play dumb, Tatum.”

My hand moved up his chest, and I felt the hard muscles of his body. Nothing sexier than waking up to a man that felt like a brick wall. I wasn’t a damsel who needed to be protected, but I didn’t mind feeling protected by him.

“We’re gonna fuck all day. And talk in between.”

“What should we talk about?”

“Sex.”

I laughed because I knew he was being serious.

“Stratosphere, cars, trips, your favorite things…”

“My favorite things?” I asked.

“Yeah. What’s your favorite thing to eat?”

“Salmon and salad.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s a terrible answer. What would you eat every day if you were allowed to?”

That wasn’t hard to figure out. “Pizza. You?”

“Steak.”

“You’re a red meat kinda man?”

“I’m just a meat kinda man. What’s your favorite country?”

“Hmm…France and Greece.”

“Country is singular,” he teased.

“Well, I can’t choose. What about yours?”

“If you can’t choose, then you don’t have a favorite.”

“Fine…Freece.”

He looked down at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion while a smile stretched across his mouth. “What the hell is that?”

“Greece and France…get it?”

He laughed right into my ear, the masculine sound deep and earthy. “Clever.”

“So there. I do have a favorite. What about you?”

“Hmm…” He shifted his jaw from side to side as he considered. “Russland.”

“Russland?” I asked. It took me a few seconds to decipher. “Scotland and Russia?”

“Yep.”

“Really?” I asked. “I’ve been to Russia a few times, but it’s always snowing. Too cold.”

“It snows here.”

“But it’s always snowing there,” I countered.

“And it’s a million degrees in Manhattan in the summer. I’ll take snow over that any day.”

“I like the heat.”

“Then you obviously are never outside.”

“Neither are you.”

He narrowed his eyes in acknowledgment. “Touché.”

“What’s your favorite sport?”

“Football. You?”

“Basketball.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Really what?”

“You follow sports?” he asked in surprise.

I tilted my head up to give him an angry look. “Why is that surprising? Because I’m a woman?”

“No. Because basketball sucks.”

I smacked him in the chest playfully. “Does not.”

“So does.”

“Basketball is pure entertainment. It requires a lot of skill and quick reflexes.”

“And football doesn’t?” he teased. “You think crossing an entire football field with humungous men chasing you down is easy?”

“Never said it was easy. They always have to stop and reset…basketball is continuous.”

“Because the court is tiny.”

“Tiny?” I asked incredulously. “Basketball players run a lot more than football players.”

He shook his head. “You’re a smart woman who knows a lot more than I do, but this…you don’t know shit.” He smiled down at me, telling me he was teasing me and getting a lot of pleasure out of it.

I smacked him again. “You’re the one who doesn’t know shit.”

“Since I’m a gentleman, I’ll just let you think whatever you want.” He grabbed the room service menu and opened it so we both could look at it. “I’m hungry. I’m going to get some pecan pancakes and orange juice.”

“I’ve never seen you eat anything like that in my life.”

“We’re on vacation. Live a little.”

“In that case…” I browsed through the menu. “I’m getting the chocolate chip pancakes with bananas, a coffee, and eggs, bacon, and toast.”

“Now we’re talking.” He grabbed the phone off the hook and placed the order. “You can just bring it into the other room and leave.” He hung up then turned back to me. “Food is on the way. What should we do while we wait?” His gaze slowly intensified as he looked down at me.

I decided to tease him. “Discuss why football is stupid and basketball is awesome.”

His hand moved to my hip, and he squeezed me in a threatening way. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”

“Maybe I like getting burned.”

His eyes narrowed then he rolled on top of me. His heavy weight shifted the bed, and his muscular arms tightened as he held his massive form on top of me. His thighs separated mine, and his heavy dick lay against my belly as he adjusted himself into position. He tilted his hips, the head of his cock moving to my entrance. Then he bucked inside me, pushing through my tight opening and sheathing himself completely inside me.

“Oh…” I was never prepared for how good he would feel. His big cock was the perfect size to stretch me the way a woman should be stretched. If he were any bigger, then he wouldn’t fit at all. He pressed his face closer to mine and looked me in the eye, watching my reaction as he dug deeper and harder. “Mmm…”

His back straightened, and his body tensed as he listened to me enjoy him. “Tatum…”

My hands glided up his arms, feeling the hills and mountains of his physique. My thighs separated farther, and I pulled my knees toward my sides, giving him more room to slide deep inside me. “Room service is gonna be here…”

“Then be quiet.” He started to thrust inside me, moving both of us together as he slid in and out, taking his time as his large cock explored me from beginning to end. He scooted closer to me, his hips barely pulling his dick out of me at all. He wanted to feel so much of me the whole time.

My fingers found his hair, and I held on as I kissed him, feeling the arousal all over my body. My fingers tingled, my toes curled, my chest heaved…everything felt so good. I could already feel my entire body tighten as I prepared to be swept away.

“Not yet.”

My lips hesitated against his as I whimpered. “Please…”

He moved into me deeper, burying his desire far between my legs. “No.”

My nails dragged down his back, and I bit my bottom lip, doing the best I could to obey.

Minutes later, the doorbell rang, and the front door opened.

I stopped moving, but Hunt didn’t. He kept grinding into me, his gaze never leaving my face.

God, I hoped they couldn’t hear us.

Hunt deepened the angle, rubbing his pelvic bone against my clit. “Now you can come.”

Jackass.

The room service person set up the table in the other room, dishes clanking together and the sound of the water glasses being filled. If we could hear him this easily, then I imagined he could hear us as well.

But I wanted to come.

Hunt plunged himself deeper inside me, his length coated in my cream.

I couldn’t hold on any longer. I wanted to wait until the room service attendant was gone, but Hunt was making that impossible. He fucked me in the perfect position, burying himself at just the right angle to make my pussy betray me.

I came violently, my nails cutting into his back as I bit my bottom lip. I suppressed my voice and locked away my moans like they were hidden away inside a safe. My thighs squeezed around his waist, and I buried my face in his neck. “Fuck…”

He fucked me a little harder, a little deeper.

God, it felt so good.

When the heat was at its peak, I didn’t care about the man in the other room. I just cared about how wonderful Hunt felt inside me, how his big dick was doing such incredible things to me, how this man pleased me in a way no other man had even come close to.

I contained myself the best I could until the passion abated. My nails loosened from his muscles, and I stopped squeezing his hips. The blurriness cleared from my vision, and I looked up into coffee-colored eyes.

The room service guy walked out, and the door shut behind him.

Hunt grinned, but his eyes retained the same fire.

“Asshole…”

“An asshole you love having between your legs.”

There was no denying that. “Yeah…”

“Your tits look amazing today. Might come on them.”

I continued to rock with him, feeling his cock thicken. “Better decide soon…”

He eyed my tits again before he looked me in the eye. “Press your tits together.”

I cupped my tits with my palms, pressing them tightly together with a prominent cleavage line.

“But fuck, I love this pussy.” He flexed his hips and fucked me harder, his fat dick pounding into me.

“She loves you.”

He moaned at my words, and after a few more pumps, he pulled out and squirted on my tits. There were mounds of come, the hot and heavy stickiness coating me. It filled my cleavage, sprinkled my neck, and trailed down my tummy. It was a lot, so much that I wondered how it would have fit inside me if he hadn’t decided to pull out.

He groaned in satisfaction until he was finished, his dick pleased with the results. He stared at his accomplishment, obviously proud of it. “Swallow it.” His cock softened as it lay against my stomach.

I dragged my fingertips across my chest then dropped them into my mouth, sucking it up.

Hunt didn’t blink. “All of it.”

---

We sat together at the breakfast table with our food laid out in front of us. I usually enjoyed my meals while I worked at the same time since I was a slow eater. I grabbed my laptop, but Hunt’s voice interrupted me.

“No computer.”

“I was just going to—”

“You’re on my time now, Tatum.” He stared at me with eyes made of coal. They were dark and dusty, just like his ruthless exterior.

I returned it to the bag and walked back to the table, in his t-shirt even though my skin was still a little sticky. I sat down and faced him, seeing him look back at me, shirtless, beautiful, and terrifying. “Yes, Boss Man.”

He drank his coffee then picked up his silverware. “The only reason why we’re eating in here is because it is easier.” He cut into his food and took a bite of his pancakes. “Damn, I haven’t had pancakes in years.”

“Me neither.” I sipped my orange juice before I took a bite.

We ate together in comfortable silence, Hunt looking just as sexy when he ate as when he did anything else.

My phone rang.

I stood up to grab it.

“No.”

I halted at the table, surprised his control went so far.

“Whatever it is, it can wait.”

“It could be important.”

“Not as important as servicing me.” He nodded to the chair. “Take a seat.”

I lowered myself again, battling the annoyance that rose up my throat. I didn’t like being told what to do, especially when it involved my work. It was probably Thorn calling me on a Saturday morning to talk about our plans for tonight. But apparently, that wasn’t important.

The hotel phone rang.

It was definitely Thorn.

Hunt threw his napkin down and answered it.

“So you can pick up the phone?” I asked like a smartass.

Hunt glared at me as he spoke into the handset. “This is Diesel Hunt.”

It must have been Thorn on the other line because Hunt looked even more annoyed.

“She can’t talk right now.” He listened. “Why? Because I’m fucking her, Thorn. She’ll call you back when I say she can.” He hung up.

Damn.

He walked back to the table, but he didn’t head to his seat. He came to mine instead.

“What?”

“Up.”

“You just told me to—”

“Stand up.”

I rose to my feet, unsure what he was going to do when he looked that angry.

“Bend over.”

Was he going to make good on his word to Thorn and do what he said he was doing? I leaned over the table.

He smacked his large hand hard against my ass, spanking me with momentum.

I lurched forward, losing my breath because I hadn’t been expecting the rough hit.

Hunt walked back to his side of the table like nothing happened. “Don’t talk back to me again, Titan.”

I rubbed my ass, knowing it was already red.

“You may sit now.”

I lowered myself into my chair, in pain but also aroused. I hated the way he controlled me, but I admired him for it at the same time. He did it so effortlessly, so flawlessly. He took charge like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He punished me for a crime that deserved to be punished.

I liked it.

And I hated it.