Mag-log in“Mr. Banks.” I look up from the screen, my expression rigid.
“The diplomatic luncheon with the Governor regarding the new state security contracts is scheduled for tomorrow evening.”
That bit of information has me sitting up straight.
“And you are just informing me of this now?”
Her mouth falls open slightly before she takes a steadying breath.
“I thought you... I’m incredibly sorry, sir. The
"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
"Fucking dammit, Anor" She takes me deeper on the word 'dammit' and I forget my own name. Her tongue rolls along my length. Her grip on my balls tightens. I squeeze her breast and she goes deeper, groaning. Then she coughs around me, still sucking. I lift up, letting go of her tits"Come sit on my face let me take over" Her tongue rolls around my length at my words and she squeeze my balls tighter. I fall back flat. This woman. She makes a sound that is half-moan, half-something that might be'you taste so good'. It's muffled and warm around me, her head lowering another inch deeper, with one hand hoding the base of my cock and the other holding my balls. I fall back. Everything in me roaring to lift my hips and thrust into her."Fucking shit. Just like that baby" Her fist tighten on my balls and head bop into my cock like the praise ignites her. I thrust my hips forward before I can stop myself, my cuffed hands now resting on her head, her name dissolving somewhere in my chest before
BANKS POVI open my eyes and I'm met with darkness. Something covers my eyes: firm, soft and a very familiar body moves above me. Her tits jiggling right over my face. Fucking hell, Eleanor. Her scent invades me: pineapple and something between sweet and gripping,that's uniquely her.'It'll be a bloody fight before I let her go to another man' She shifts as if hearing my thoughts , and I feel her hands find my left wrist: Gentle and deliberate. Her humorous attempt at trying very hard not to wake me. Suddenly, a cold metal settles around one wrist, then the other. I wiggle it. What on earth is she doing?"You’re handcuffed, blindfolded, and about to get played in your own home, that's what" The pessimistic part of my brain offers its unsolicited assessment. I ignore it completely. Very well now intrigued by what my woman is doing."What does he eat to be this hard?" She grumbles, positioning my cuffed hands above my head against the headboard with a deep grunt, and I settle it there.
BANKS POVEleanor shifts beside me and I pull her closer, flattening her chest against mine. My arm tightens around her waist. She groans softly, then settles — and I exhale into her hair, letting myself believe, just for a moment, that I know how to do this. How to hold someone and not ruin it. Less than two minutes pass before I feel it: the careful, deliberate wave of her palm across my face. Testing. I stay completely still. She does it again-slower this time, barely a breath of movement. Satisfied, she lifts my arm from around her waist with both hands, gentle as someone defusing something. I let her. Something in my chest says 'wait. See what she does.'It's going to be either something good for me or bad. I believe beneficial and hope it's nothing worth my rage. Her footsteps recede, the door eases shut behind her with a click so soft she must have held the handle the entire way. The moment it closes, I reach for my phone and pull up the penthouse security feed. I take in her
ELEANOR POVThe loud, looping playback of my own voice is the only thing keeping me company in the quiet luxury of this car while Banks steps away to take care of business. Ten million views. That is the ridiculous number staring back at me from the screen—ten million people watching my viral zoo c
My entire body freezes, the air turning to ice in my lungs. "We... I’m your girlfriend?” Banks takes immediate advantage of my total loss of bearings, easily sweeping my hand away and using the handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from my inner thighs. "Well, your parents certainly thought so,
And she repeats the motion.“Banks,” she gasps, voice breaking on the second syllable as she sinks down further. Taking me inch by inch until she’s fully seated. Her forehead drops to my shoulder, breath shuddering against my neck as she quicken the pace. The flesh of her ass hitting my balls delic
"Is this what you were torturing yourself with all night?" She doesn't look at me"Do you still think you're like the others?" No reply. Her hands are still folded together on her lap, knuckles whitening slightly."Anor." Silence, but her breathing peak and knuckles tighten furthe







