MasukZOE’S POVMonday came so fast, yanking me back into reality and I was left with memories of my weekend with Julian. Senator Damian Wolfe's campaign was this weekend and I had a lot of work to catch up with.By the time I stepped into the office, a cup of coffee in hand and my laptop tucked under my arm, the air already felt tense, charged, and suffocating. Everyone was moving fast, their voices clipped, eyes fixed on screens or whiteboards like they might blink and miss something important.This is it. Final pitch week.I dropped my bag by my desk and woke my laptop, rolling my shoulders once like I could physically shake off the softness of the weekend. The memory lingered anyway—Of warm sheets, sunlight cutting across my skin, unguarded and happy laughter. It all sat in the back of my mind like a secret I refuse to touch too closely.I had so much fun, more fun than I have had in years but I needed to focus and stop daydreaming. I pulled up my files and forced myself into focus.Wee
JULIAN’S POV “She looks quite young,” Aaron said casually, swirling the ice in his glass, “and you're clearly attached. Never thought I'd see the day that would happen—especially not after—”Aaron trailed off as I pinned him with the full brunt of my stare. He knew better than to finish that statement, there were some things we just don't speak about anymore. He lifted his free hand in surrender, a slow grin tugging at his mouth. In his other hand, he held a tumbler of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the midday sun. “Alright. Point taken.”We stood on the upper deck, the yacht rocking gently beneath our feet. The sea stretched endlessly around us, deep blue and deceptively calm. Midday light glinted off chrome rails and glass panels. Around us were a handful of guests lounging around.“I’m just saying,” he added, taking a sip, “you look happier than I’ve seen you in a long while.”I scoffed, reaching for my own drink and leaning against the railing. “Oh really. Isn't that a str
ZOE’S POV I swallowed the lump in my throat, anticipation building in my chest and then I felt him at my entrance as he dragged his co.ck head from the top of my clit to the bottom, once and then again, and again. I’m about to scream at him to stop teasing and just fu.ck me when he pushed in, filling me with one smooth stroke. A high-pitched scream slipped past my lips, my eyes closing as I adjusted to the incredible stretch, my body squeezing around him. “Fu.ck.” he cursed, his body going completely still as he gave me time to adjust to his size. A few seconds later, he pulled out and slammed into me again, the motion pushing me up the bed. “Yes! Just like that.” I moaned. My God. The feel of Julian in me without any barrier felt so fucking good and I knew in that moment that I was about to become an addict. He began to fu.ck me, his strokes powerful and wild. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me, controlling my movements. "You feel so good, Zoe. So tight,
ZOE’S POV I waited, my breath caught between need and anticipation for the punishment I was sure would follow but nothing happened. Instead, I felt him pull out the vibrator leaving me empty and aching as his hand moved to the restraints, freeing me. He lifted me from the chair as if I weighed nothing, his hazel green eyes never leaving mine as he carried me gently to the bed. "You did good, Kitten,” he said, spreading my thighs with deliberate care. “With time you’ll do even better." His fingers trailed down my body, slow and possessive while he looked down at me like he was starving and I was the only meal available within miles. "Now, let's see how well you take my tongue and then my co.ck." He stepped back just long enough for me to feel the loss, his gaze never leaving mine. “ I'm pleased you finally got your test results," he said, his voice soft now, a contrast to his earlier tone. “ I’ve been thinking about how your bare pu.ssy would feel around me.” My pu.ssy tw
ZOE’S POV I whirled around to face him, my heart rate picking up. He removed his mask and set it aside, watching me the entire time. “Yours stays on,” he said calmly. “I like the way you look right now.” My stomach flipped, butterflies erupting in a million directions. "Take off your clothes, Zoe. I want to see you in the lingerie I bought for you." His command is delivered with a seductive edge, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I stand before him, my movements slow and sensual as I carefully take off my dress. Underneath it was the black lingerie which exposed more than it covered. My skin and curves are on display but instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel empowered, knowing I'm offering myself to him, my body a canvas for his desires. His gaze roamed over my body, his desire palpable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You look beautiful, Zoe. So willing, so ready." His fingers trailed down my arm, heating me up. I cou
ZOE’S POV Jealousy is a tricky thing, it sneaks up on you when you least expect it or are prepared for it. It doesn't ask permission when it slices through your chest and settles somewhere low and ugly. The woman before us is beautiful in a way that tells me that she puts in a lot of effort to look that way. The light catches her cheekbones, hinting at the fact that they had been enhanced, her body angled in a way that accentuates her curves. “Hello Julian,” she said with a flirty smile and the feeling in my chest twists even more. “Kimberly,” he responded with a slight tilt of his lip. “How are you?” It's obvious that they are familiar with each other. “I’m great. You?” “Awesome. Thanks. How's your business coming along?” Her smile widened as she flashed her pearly whites at him. “Business is thriving Julian, I appreciate all the assistance you rendered." “You don't have to thank me, it was all you. I’m proud of you,” he responded. The fake smile I had on sli







