W ith spring rolls and curry spread out in front of me, I called myself ten kinds of idiot .

But I wasn’t sure why .

Because I’d gone to get food for us instead of out to Olympus liked I’d planned ?

Or because I’d dumped the food and followed the sound of the throaty moans I’d heard coming from the bathroom ?

My cock was so hard now, so ready, I could feel the drops of pre-come leaking from it. But had I gone into that bathroom and knelt beside the tub? Had I taken her mouth in mine, slid my hand below the water to see what she was doing to make her moan so sweetly ?

No.

I was scooping out rice and listening for the sound of her footsteps .

This was a mistake , I told myself .

It wasn’t the first time and I doubted it would be the last .

She was quiet .

Fawna hadn’t been that quiet .

It took me off guard to look up and find her standing in the door, wearing a faded pair of jeans and a worn T-shirt with a blue fish and the words Just Keep Swimming . She hovered there, looking flustered and so damn beautiful. All I wanted to do was back her up against the wall and strip her naked, then take up where she had left off .

Instead, I nodded to the food .

“Are you hungry ?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She nibbled on her lower lip as she came in. “I…uh…is there anything you need me to do for you ?”

Yes. Tell me what you were doing in the bathtub and then let me do it all over again .

I gave her a tight smile. “No. You don’t officially start until Monday, Ms. Davison. Now…help yourself .”

As she came closer, I turned away .

I needed to get my head examined .

How had I possibly thought this could work out ?

* * *

“T ell me what will please you, master .”

The sub was beautiful. Her red hair was short, cut close to her skull like a sleek, silken cap. Her skin was pale as moonlight and her eyes were blue as the summer sky. She was lush and soft, her curves ripe and she’d fill my hands to perfection .

In short, she was as different from Aleena as she could be .

I didn’t imagine it would make much difference, but maybe I could avoid calling her the wrong name .

I gestured to the floor and she knelt .

Reaching up, I cupped one breast in my hand, rolling the nipple until it peaked. She rubbed her cheek against my thigh, close to my cock. Deliberately, I closed my eyes and thought of Aleena .

“Take my cock out,” I said .

She did and I imagined it was another woman’s hands on me .

When she started to stroke me, I opened my eyes. “Did I tell you to do that ?”

She froze, but it wasn’t fear in her eyes. It was excitement .

“Stand up .”

When she did, I bent her over the table. Need drove me, although it wasn’t need for her. It didn’t matter. She was all that was available—well, not all. I could have had any number of women here, but the woman I wanted wasn’t here .

Bringing my hand down on her ass, I listened as she gasped. It was nothing like the broken little moan I’d heard coming from Aleena’s bathroom .

“Don’t make a noise,” I told her .

The second time I spanked her, she bit back the sound. She swallowed her moan the third time and it was closer… “That’s it,” I muttered .

Nudging her thighs apart, I pulled out a rubber .

A few eyes came our way, but I ignored them. Public sex wasn’t normally my game, but if I stopped now, I might slip out of my head again and I needed the release .

I spanked the sub again and she made the same, low husky noise. I drove in, gripping her hips hard. “Don’t come,” I ordered her. I fucked her fast, hard, feeling my orgasm racing closer, picturing another woman bent over me, another woman struggling to hold back her climax .

Aleena —

“Please, master, let me come!” she begged .

I brought my hand down hard on her ass and she cried out, climaxing around me with brutal intensity. The internal milking of her pussy around my cock brought on my own release .

And in my mind, it was Aleena .

Come for me, Aleena…come …

As I came down from the intense orgasm my thoughts drifted. Tomorrow is Monday; the day Aleena officially starts working as my personal assistant. How will I ever be able to control myself, not rip her clothes off, bend her over and fuck her right in the office? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought .