LOGINZOE’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
ZOE’S POV “Hi,” I whispered, my eyes searching his. We had dressed in separate rooms even though we had arrived together. “Nervous?” he asked softly as he raised my hand to his lips and placed a ki.ss on it. I nodded. “A little. A lot. This feels… big, I’ve never been on anything like it.” My eyes took Julian in. He looked good, completely unbothered by the elegance surrounding us, as if black-tie rules were merely suggestions he’d already decided not to follow. He wore a deep charcoal velvet blazer that caught the light when he moved, soft but unmistakably expensive. Underneath, his shirt was black—unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of skin and the dark ink peeking from his chest, disappearing beneath the fabric. His dark hair fell across his forehead in that careless way it always did, like it never stayed put for long because he was constantly running his hand through it—restless, distracted, too alive to bother with perfection. His shoulders filled out the jac
ZOE’S POV “My fear is that things are moving way too fast,” I groaned, shoving another folded top into my tote bag. “Like… if I blink, I’m going to crash straight into a tree.” Lani’s laugh crackled through the phone. “And what if you do? As long as the ride was fun.” I paused, my fingers brushing against the second bag—the one stuffed with lace and silk lingerie and the dress we had gotten from the boutique. “What does that even mean?” I frowned lifting it off the bed. “It means,” she said patiently, “you enjoy sleeping with the man, and he very clearly enjoys sleeping with you. So maybe stop torturing yourself over things you can’t control and deal with what’s actually happening.” Maybe she was right. I was stressing over HR finding out about our affair and the quiet, humiliating fear that in a few weeks, Julian Hart might wake up bored and move on to someone else. “And besides,” Lani added, unapologetic, “who cares if HR finds out you’re being dick.ed down properl







