登入ELEANOR POV"Wow. You're almost ready to launch, Miss," Vandiver compliments, making my heart swell further. I've no idea if it was the absolute certainty in Banks's words from three days ago or if I had simply tapped into a new reservoir of discipline, but I had been operating on pure, joyful adrenaline. I looked at the rows of perfume blends ready to be stabilized and bottled, feeling a fierce spike of pride."Thank you, Vandiver. One more week and they'll be available for use," I smile, looking down at the image of Banks on my phone. I can't wait to show him what I'd built."Well do—""BIG SIIIIIIIIS!" my sister's voice shriek from the corridor, cutting into my words. No way. I had to be hallucinating. Her flight isn't scheduled until next week."Biiiiiig!" The double doors burst open, and a chaotic rhapsody of a bright red skirt and a turquoise top come sprinting straight into the lab."Zara?" I stand up from my stool, stepping forward just as she launch herself at me."Siiiis!"
Realization dawns on me, and my head whips toward her. Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she lifts her legs, resting her bare feet directly over my thighs. With a loud inhale and the thin remnants of my restraint, I force my eyes back onto the road."That's a sex club, Anor. A BDSM and kink club," I state, my grip tightening on the wheel. She lowers her toes, pressing them lightly against my crotch,my breathe hitch. I reach down, holding her feet still."A perfect place with a stage in the center for you to punish and fuck me," she purrs, wiggling her feet out of my hold and pressing them down against my rapidly hardening length. "How big is the main stage, my sweet baby wolf?" I shudder violently at the imagery, a low groan escaping me as her toes press firmly against my cock. Damn it."Eleanor," her name comes out broken, my knuckles turning stark white from the pressure against the steering wheel."Anor. Baby. Firecracker. Those are my names, my dearest baby wolf," she correct
I call Carlton "I'm coming to work." "Oh Great Mr Banks! I'll talk to t.." "I don't care Carlton, but understand whatsoever you've planned for me better be worth Eleanor chasing me away from her side""Sure, Mr Ba.." I hang up on him and call Vandiver. "Mr Banks""I left.""Okay. Will be with her in ten minutes""Take your time. She'll be at her house. Bring her back before nightfall ""Definitely, Mr Banks " I look at my wristwatch and wait. I pick up my phone and put on the apartment footages. She is still in my room changing. As if on cue, she calls"Missing me already?" "I need help with my perfumes tools, Banks""They're new apparatus. Your old stuffs are still in your apartment" "Oh. I thought you moved them""I bought new ones so they won't break during transit""Quite a foresight. No wonder you're rich," she smiles, and I watch her nod as she steps outside into the hallway. God, she is breathtaking. She is wearing a pure white, floor-length dress that ruffles beautifully
"Banks, be serious!"“Also,” I add quickly, trying to regain control of the conversation before he can completely derail me, "in just two weeks, you have taken me roughly ninety-nine times, and I genuinely cannot survive the hundredth. My body is staging a protest." A loud, deeply amused, breathless laugh escapes his chest. "Ninety-nine? That’s statistically impossible, Anor.""Exactly! For normal human beings, it's impossible because they have jobs. But you? Every hour, every day, every second. Even right now, your dick is literally poking against my center." He looks down, a stupid smile spreading across his face as he shifts his weight, deliberately settling his length right against my heat. I clench involuntarily. 'God, I need saving from this man.' I don't."I love being inside you," he growls against my neck, his breath searing hot as his hips nudge forward. I find myself grinding back against him on pure instinct, pressing my chest into his vest."That's right, baby," he groan
He really prepared lunch? My stomach flutter as I take measured steps to him. I peek over his shoulder at the counter"Sushi?" He nods. "Beautifully prepared, high-end sushi made for my best gift." I squint my eyes at how cheesy and corny he sounds. He chuckles, feeding me one. "Never knew you can cook""Happens when you grew up with Anorexic mom" I look back up into his handsome face. "How is she?" He turns back and pick another sushi to me. "Not yet dead""Is she..." "We'll talk about her another time, you need to eat" I sigh and my shoulders slump. Will it kill him to talk? But I don't push it. He doesn't talk about his dad as well. "What's wrong, firecracker?" I step into his space and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. What's wrong is that you need to tell me about your family, instead I go with.. "My shampoo." He smiles"My clothes. Banks, what did you do?" Without a word, his large hands grip my ass, effortlessly lifting me and walking us onto the high chair facing
ELEANOR POVI wake up noticing the space beside me is empty and cold. I try to sit up, but a sweet, heavy ache sears straight through my core and the corners of my mouth, forcing me flat back onto the mattress. 'Jesus.' I try a second time, successfully managing to swing my legs over the edge and pad into the bathroom. He isn't there. Instead, my eyes land on the vanity. Arrayed in a neat, perfect row are my exact brands of shampoo, my body washes, and all the half-used skincare products from my own apartment."There is no way," I murmur. Quickly brush my teeth and freshen up, completely baffled. When I open his massive walk-in wardrobe to steal one of the oversized designer shirts he keeps on rotation, a gasp catches in my throat. My clothes, my rompers, and my favorite shorts completely fill the left wing of his custom closet. From the mirror installed in the closet, I catch of something else. Right across from it, a sleek new vanity table faces the mirror, fully stocked with my sig
Banks is leaning against his sofa; relaxed and expecting. I should sign but all I can think of is WHAT LED US HERE? WHY ME? WHAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER? WHAT WENT WRONG... Or is it right? "Sign," he orders like it's a statement and I look at him. I sit back on the chair, the folder right on my lap wa
BANKS POV Parallel- Him in the kitchen while Eleanor read the fourteen pages contract She read every page. I know because I’m watching her on the camera feed I pulled up while the coffee brew. She turned each pages with the focus of someone who isn't going to sign anything she hadn’t understood co
"Get on your knees" The last time I heard that was nineteen years ago. Close to two decades. Over the legal age. And here I am, hearing it and doing so because I couldn't tame my mouth. I move slowly, sliding off the chair and onto the hardwood. The floor is cold through my jeans, and within seco
ELEANOR POV Fucking a man is a humiliation ritual unless he’s worth something: beauty, money, influence... or a good dick. Banks has it all and he's quite good with them. All. My request for "time to think" isn't because I’m looking for a relationship. Men like him don't do "girlfriends." But being







