Novels by BDEE

Chapter 4He stood there between my legs with his hand on the front of his pants, looking down at me still spread open on the table. My chest was still rising and falling fast. My nipples were still tight from his fingers. I could feel how wet I was, dripping onto the paper under me.“On your knees,” he said.My legs felt weak when I slid off the table. I went down on the floor in front of him. The tile was cold under my knees. He opened his pants the rest of the way and pulled himself out. He was already hard, thick, the head already shiny at the tip.I looked up at him. He was still in the white coat. Still looking calm, but his eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them.“Go ahead,” he said quietly. “Show me what that mouth can do.”I leaned in and licked the head first, slow. The taste of him hit my tongue and I made a soft sound. Then I opened and took him in. Just the head at first, sucking gently, then more. I went slow on purpose. I wanted to feel every inch.He let out a low gr

Chapter 3I showed up at 10 pm on the dot.The parking lot was almost empty. Just a couple of cars under the streetlights. The front of the clinic was dark. I walked around to the side entrance like he’d told me. The door opened when I pushed it. Inside it was quiet. Only the low hallway lights were on.My stomach was already tight. I’d thought about this all day. Every time I closed my eyes I was back on that table with his fingers inside me. I’d tried to get myself off earlier and it hadn’t even come close.I walked to the exam room. The door was open. He was standing by the counter in his white coat, sleeves rolled up. When he looked at me his eyes went dark right away.“Come in,” he said. “Close the door.”I stepped inside and shut it behind me. The click sounded too loud.He watched me for a second.“Take everything off. I want you naked on the table.”I pulled my shirt over my head. My hands were already a little shaky. Bra next. Then I pushed my jeans and underwear down and st

Chapter 2I booked the appointment the same week I left his office.Told the receptionist I was still having some discomfort, nothing major, just wanted it checked again. When she asked which doctor, I said Dr. Mercer without even hesitating. My voice sounded normal. Inside I was already wet just saying his name.Two weeks of replaying those few seconds on a loop. Two weeks of touching myself at night and never getting close to how it felt when his fingers were inside me. I showed up early, changed into the gown, and sat on the table with my heart hammering.When he walked in I felt it immediately. That same drop in my stomach. He looked exactly as good as I remembered—white coat, dark hair, calm face. The second our eyes met I knew he remembered too.“Sarah. Back already.” He closed the door and set the chart down. “Tell me what’s going on.”I kept my voice steady. “Still feeling some pressure. Lower. Like something’s not sitting right. I thought it was better after last time but it

Chapter 1I was already wet when I walked into the clinic.Not just a little damp. The kind of wet that makes your underwear stick to you and reminds you every time you shift in the chair that you haven’t been touched by anyone in months. Actual months. No sex, no oral, no fingers that weren’t my own, and even those had started feeling pointless. I’d rub myself for ten minutes, get close, then go soft and frustrated and give up. My body felt like it was permanently switched on and no one was doing anything about it.The waiting room was quiet. A couple of other women scrolling on their phones. I kept my legs crossed tight and tried not to think about how long it had been since something was inside me that wasn’t a tampon.When the nurse called my name I stood up too fast. My heart was already doing that stupid nervous flutter it does before any kind of exam, but this one felt worse. New doctor. My regular one had retired and they’d just handed me over to whoever was free. I didn’t ev

Bonus: The Heat Hits on the RoadThe first surge hit Kael like a fist to the spine.One moment he was driving the two-lane mountain road, left hand loose on the wheel, right hand resting on Lena’s thigh the way it always did. The next, heat exploded under his skin so hard his vision tunneled. His cock went from soft to painfully hard in seconds, knot already beginning to swell at the base. The thick, spiced scent of his rut flooded the cab of the truck so fast Lena’s head snapped toward him.“Kael?” Her voice was sharp with sudden understanding. “Oh fuck. Already?”He couldn’t answer with words. A low, continuous growl rolled out of his chest. His knuckles went white on the steering wheel. The road ahead blurred for a second. Every breath dragged her scent deeper into his lungs—warm skin, the faint sweetness between her legs, the permanent mark he had left on her throat two years ago. It only made the heat worse.Lena didn’t waste time. She reached over, shoved his hand off the wheel,

Chapter 4He gave her what she silently asked for—snapping his hips harder, the force of it rocking her on the table. One hand slid under her ass, tilting her hips so he could drive even deeper. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. Every time he bottomed out she made a small, helpless noise that went straight to his cock.Maya’s blouse was still half-buttoned. He shoved the fabric aside roughly, yanked the cup of her bra down, and closed his mouth over one breast. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the tightened nipple while he kept fucking her in that same relentless rhythm. Her back arched. One of her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him there.“Fuck—James—”He switched to the other breast, biting lightly before soothing with his tongue. His free hand found her clit again, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed her rapidly toward another peak. Her walls started fluttering around him. Her breathing turned sharp and

Chapter 52KADE LANNISTER The tinted windows of the Maybach turned the bright city skyline into a dull, muted grey.I leaned my head back against the leather headrest, my fingers loosely holding the leather-bound file on my lap. I was irritated. Infuriated, if I was being honest with myself.Lannister Global didn't chase people. We didn't negotiate for almost a year over a mid-sized, independent fashion house, and we certainly didn't get slapped away like a persistent fly by a company barely five years old. Usually, when my family snapped its fingers, people folded. They took the nine-figure checks, signed over their life’s work, and smiled for the press release.But Sterling? Sterling’s leadership kept throwing every single one of my offers straight back into my face without even opening the terms.It was insulting. And I was tired of playing from behind a desk in Manhattan. If Alex Maguire thought he could hide behind cold email rejections, he was about to learn how small he really

Chapter 51"I swear, your PR inbox is where corporate optimism goes to die," Alex said, leaning his hip against the edge of my desk with a tablet tucked under his arm. A slight, amused grin played at the corner of his lips. "The legal team just flagged the latest update. Lannister Global sent over a revised buyout package this morning—twenty percent higher than the last one."I didn't even look up from the fabric swatches spread across my desk. "And?""And you rejected it in under forty seconds," he chuckling softly. "Without even opening the PDF attachment. Miller from acquisitions looked like he was about to cry when he called me."I tossed my fabric shears onto the desk with a dull metallic clatter. "They just don't seem to get the memo. Sterling isn't for sale.""Camille, it was a nine-figure offer," Alex said, his voice light, but his eyes searching mine. "Most people would at least read the cover letter.""I don't care if it's ten figures," I muttered, pulling a fresh swatch o

Chapter 50The quiet of the late-night atelier was a sound I had come to crave.Soft amber light spilled over the high ceilings, reflecting off bolts of French silk, heavy velvets, and rows of dress forms standing like silent sentinels in the shadows. Classical piano music drifted softly from the small speaker on my desk, blending with the rhythmic snip-snip of my scissors against silk.I leaned closer to the mannequin in front of me, pins held lightly between my lips as my fingers worked to drape a length of emerald organza across the waistline.This room was my sanctuary. Out there in the real world, I had to be Camille Sterling—the fierce, brilliant, untouchable CEO of a rising luxury fashion house. In my head, sometimes I still had to fight off the lingering ghosts of a terrified girl who had run for her life in the dark. But right here, with fabric between my fingers and a design coming to life beneath my hands, my brain finally shut off. The noise vanished. The constant hyper-v

Chapter 49KADE LANNISTER "We’ll be wrapping up the logistics report for the East Asian distribution centers by Friday," Henderson said, adjusting his glasses as he clicked to the next slide on the wall display. "Shipping delays in Singapore have settled, but freight costs are up six percent. Overall, Q3 projections for the retail sector remain solid."I leaned back in my leather chair, resting my chin against my knuckles, letting the low hum of corporate chatter wash over me.This was my life. Solid. Right. A room full of executives pulling seven-figure salaries, and they spent forty-five minutes patting themselves on the back over a six percent margin shift."Moving on to sector acquisition," Henderson continued, clearing his throat and pulling up a fresh set of financial charts. "Sterling’s growth in the European sector is up forty percent this quarter. Their brand loyalty is... unprecedented. If Lannister Global wants to dominate the autumn market, securing a majority stake or a

Chapter 48"I’m telling you, line forty-two is a mistake," Alex said, holding a runway line-sheet above his face like a man trying to decipher ancient graphs. "The structured silk organza coat? It’s too much volume. The models are going to look like luxurious, angry clouds."I didn't look up from my laptop, my fingers flying across the keyboard. "It’s high couture, Alex. It’s meant to create volume. Not everyone wants to look like they're wearing a sleek black funeral suit, which is literally ninety percent of your wardrobe.""Hey! My suits are custom-fitted works of art, thank you very much," he scoffed, dropping the paper onto his chest and glaring over at me. "And what about the velvet shipment from Milan? The factory said the dye batch is delayed by three days. If we don't move the fitting schedule, we’re going to be stitching hemlines in the limo on the way to the venue.""Already handled," I said smoothly, taking a slow sip of my tea. "I shifted the handbag review to Thursday a

Chapter 47"I have a business degree from Columbia, five years of high-end retail strategy, and zero desire to ever work for an idiot again," Alex said, his voice dropping into a fast, persuasive pitch. "You have the talent of a god. We should build our own fashion house. You draw and create, I'll step out front, deal with the press, fight the investors, and put your name at the top of the world. Fifty-fifty."I stared at him.The warm atmosphere in the booth instantly vanished. A cold, icy wave of panic crashed over my chest.Build a fashion house? Put my name at the top of the world?My heart began to hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird. My eyes darted from his soaked clothes to his unbuttoned shirt, then to the wet briefcase on the floor.Who was this guy?A stranger walks into a greasy diner at two in the morning, sees a woman he's never met before, looks at three sketches, and offers to start a multi-million-dollar company?Was he insane? Was he a scammer trying to take my