LOGINZOE’S POV The night air hit me the second I stepped out of the building, cool against my skin making me shiver. I tightened my grip on my bag as I walked, my heels clicking softly against the pavement as I headed to my car. The office building was deserted, with everyone having headed home, while the security men lingered. I got into my car and turned onto the road. The city lights blurred past the window as the car moved, but I barely noticed any of it. My body still hummed with aftershocks, every shift in my seat reminding me of what had happened some minutes ago—Julian’s desk, his hands, the way he’d looked at me with so much hunger and possession. Heat crept up my neck and I shook my head to dispel the nasty images. That man was dangerous. A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself as I pulled into my driveway, but it faded just as quickly when my phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out, the ID flashing across the screen. Dad. My brows pulled together sli
ZOE’S POV My body was present but my mind had transcended into an euphoric space. Julian's tongue was relentless, delving into me with a hunger that made my entire body ignite. Oh God. The way he sucked on my clit, pulling it between his lips with just the right pressure sent shockwaves through me, my pussy clenching as wetness spilled out of me. I'd never felt anything like this before, not with anyone else. His mouth was hot and wet, lapping at my folds like I was the sweetest treat he'd ever tasted, and every flick made my thighs quake against his shoulders. I tried to hold still, but I couldn't. It was too much, too good. ”You taste so good,” he growled against me, the vibration making me cry out. “So wet for me, Kitten. So responsive. I can’t get enough.” I moaned, the sound ripping from my throat unbidden, my back arching off the table. There were a lot of things I had come to learn about Julian, and one was that he really loved eating me
JULIAN’S POV I knew something was wrong the moment she poked her head through my office door. We might only have known each other for three months but I have come to know her tells. She might not know it but she bit her lip when she was nervous or worried about something. I really wanted to know what it was that was eating her up but since she insisted on it being nothing I would let it be…. For now. Right now… I was going to focus on giving her pleasure and getting some in return. “Would you like some dessert Kitten?” Her eyes widened,a faint flush creeping up her neck as she shifted again in my lap, her body betraying her with the subtle grind she made against my hardened cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her thighs tensed around me. Fuck, she was perfect like this—vulnerable, wanting, but still holding back just enough to make the chase worthwhile. “Julian…” she whispered, glancing at the door. I didn't give her time to overthink. My hands
ZOE’S POV I pressed my fingers to my temple trying to will away the headache that had built up over the last couple of hours. There was something I needed to do, but it required there be fewer or no other people in the office, so I was officially working late tonight. By the time the office started to empty, I was more agitated than I had been earlier. The conversation with my mother kept replaying in loops I couldn’t shut off, each word digging a little deeper than I wanted to admit. ‘You’re being emotional.’ ‘You’re being unreasonable.’ I scoffed under my breath, grabbing my bag and standing up abruptly ignoring the curious glance Mason threw my way as I walked past him. ** The cool evening air hit my face as I stepped outside, and for a second, I just stood there. Taking deep breaths while letting the noise in my head settle just a little.
ZOE’S POV I watched as Elijah Burke walked out of Julian’s office, the door clicking softly behind him. For a second, I thought he would walk straight past but he didn't. His gaze landed on me instead—bold and assessing. Not the kind of look you brushed off easily. It felt… intentional. Like he wasn’t just seeing me, but reading me. Something about it made my spine stiffen. He slowed, then stopped right in front of my desk. “Zoella,” he said. It wasn't a question but a statement. My fingers tightened slightly around the pen in my hand. “Yes… Mr Burke.” A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“I watched your presentation yesterday.” I kept looking at him, because truthfully I didn't know what to say to that. “You handled yourself well.” It was a compliment that should have made me feel flattered but for some reason it didn't.. “Thank you,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary. Then
JULIAN’S POV “Mr Hart. Elijah Burke is here to see you.” I looked up to see Maureen, my temporary assistant, standing at the door, her hand resting against the frame. I had been neck-deep in reports from the campaign launch—an undeniable success, despite the one complication the media refused to let go of. Parker. His very public dismissal had already begun to circulate, twisted into narratives I didn’t particularly care for: corporate ruthlessness, abuse of power, internal conflict. Pick your poison. It had taken two hours with my PR team to contain it and get the right story out. Two hours I wouldn’t be getting back. And now this. I leaned back in my chair slowly, pressing my thumb against my temple. Of all the people I didn’t have time for today, Elijah Burke with his political propositions topped the list. The man had a talent for showing up exactly where he wasn’t wanted—and a habit of pushing until he got what he came for. “I don’t remember scheduling a m
ZOE’S POV I woke up on Monday morning feeling a bit gloomy due to the notification I had gotten yesterday about being taken off the family trust. As if that wasn't bad enough, my father had sent a message before I went to bed. I stared at my phone for a long moment, the message still sitting
ZOE’S POV By the time the laughter between us faded, Lani was still shaking her head, that teasing grin softening into something warmer. “Zoe,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my hand, “you know I love hearing about your scandalous adventures, but for real — how are you? What’s the next st
ZOE’S POV By the time Julian reappeared, I’d pulled myself together enough to busy my hands with my phone. “Are you ready? I’ll drop you wherever you need to go,” he said, his voice flat but softer than usual. “Uhmm,” I mumbled, glancing down at my outfit which consisted of a fresh
ZOE’S POV “Are you serious?” I blurted, staring at the document I held in my hand.It was a contract but not a legal contract in the heavy, corporate official style.Though, with Julian, I shouldn’t have been surprised. The man was meticulous with everything.Title; Personal Agreement of Sexual In







