LOGINMaya’s POV “Open the door, Maya. Now.”Dominic’s voice was low and controlled on the other side of the wood. I wiped my fingers on the sheet and pulled a thin tank top over my bare breasts before unlocking it. He stepped inside the second the latch clicked, closing the door behind him and turning the lock with a soft final sound.He was still in the black hoodie, but the front of his sweatpants was tented hard. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He noticed.“You were touching yourself,” he said. It was not a question. “I could smell you the second I walked down the hall. Did you come thinking about my fingers or about watching me fuck the teacher?”Heat flooded my face and my cunt at the same time. “Get out.”“No.” He moved closer until I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes. “We live under the same roof now. That changes everything. You know my secret. I know how wet you got for me in that stairwell. So we are going to set some rules before this blows up in both our faces
Maya’s POV “Stay right there and watch,” he said without stopping.I froze in the doorway of Ms. Harper’s office, heart slamming against my ribs. Dominic Reed had the English teacher bent over her desk, skirt shoved high around her waist. His thick cock slammed into her from behind in hard, wet strokes that filled the quiet room with the slap of skin on skin. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the edge of the wood. A red-marked report card lay face up beside her cheek.I should have turned and run. Instead my feet stayed glued to the floor while heat flooded between my legs. He was bigger than I had imagined, the thick vein along the top of his shaft visible every time he pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. Ms. Harper moaned into the desk, the sound muffled and desperate. Dominic’s dark eyes locked on mine over her shoulder. He never slowed. He just smirked like he already owned the secret between us.“You like what you see, new girl?” His voice was low and r
Ivy.“Mrs. Hale, your husband wants you in his office before the ten o’clock.”The receptionist said it like my last name had always been his. I walked the same hallway I had walked for six years with a ring on my hand and last night still aching between my legs. I knocked.“In,” Dominic said.I closed the door. He did not look up from the screen until the lock clicked.“You brought coffee.”“I always bring coffee.”“You always brought coffee as my assistant. Now you bring it as my wife and you are standing there like I did not have you on the kitchen island twelve hours ago.” He pushed the chair back. “Come here.”I set the cup down. He pulled me between his knees, slid his hands up my thighs under the skirt I should not have worn to the office, and found bare skin.“No panties,” he said.“You told me Saturday night not to bother.”“It is Monday morning.” His thumb stroked the inside of my thigh, higher. “You sat at your old desk for twenty minutes already like this?”“Yes.”He stood
IvyThe judge said my new last name like it already belonged to me.I said I do with Dominic’s ring on my hand and last night still tender between my legs. He signed the license in the same black ink as the contract. The photographer in the lobby caught the kiss the lawyer had told us to make look real.It did not have to look real.Dominic’s mouth lingered a second past appropriate. His hand sat too low on my back. When we turned toward the elevators I made the mistake he had dared me into.“Dominic.”His eyes cut to mine.He did not wait for the elevator.He pulled me into the first-floor coat alcove behind the courthouse security desk, a sliver of space with winter coats no one was wearing in September, and shut the little door with his foot. My back hit the wall. His mouth was on mine before I could tell him someone could walk in.“I warned you,” he said against my lips. He yanked my skirt up, shoved my panties aside, and found me wet from sitting through vows with his come from d
Ivy “Dominic.” His hand slid the rest of the way under the shorts and found me soaked. He made a low sound like he had been waiting six years to confirm it. “That is what I thought.” Two fingers parted me and rubbed my clit in a slow circle that made my hips lift off his sheets. He did not rush. He watched my face in the city light while he worked me, then pushed those two fingers inside and curled them until my mouth opened. “You sat in my office and signed a marriage contract already this wet,” he said. “You are lucky I added the bedroom page at noon instead of bending you over the desk after you put the pen down.” “You would have.” “I would have.” He pulled the shorts and panties down my legs and threw them off the bed. The tank went next. I was bare in my boss’s bed with his ring on my hand and his fingers still moving. “Knees open. I want to see what I just bought the right to sleep next to.” I opened them. He looked at me like the contract had been a formality. Then he h
Ivy “I need a wife by Friday,” Mr. Hale said. “You need two hundred thousand dollars. That is the whole conversation if you want it to be.” I stood in front of his desk with my resignation letter still folded in my bag because I had come here to quit before I got evicted. I had not come here to marry my boss. “You cannot be serious.” “I am always serious in this office, Ivy.” He turned the contract around. Thick. Tabbed. His name already signed in black. Dominic Hale. Mine was a blank line. “The board wants stability. My father wrote it into the trust. Married before thirty-five or I lose the controlling share. I am thirty-four and eleven months. You have been in this building six years. You know my schedule, my press, my mother’s charity circuit. You also know what I pay you, which is not enough to cover what you owe.” My throat went tight. “You looked at my finances.” “I looked at why my assistant has been taking lunch at her desk and answering emails at midnight with hospital







