LOGINSeraphina’s POVI hold the black dress against my body and look at my image in the glass. Hmm. I toss it and the coat hanger onto the bed. I take the gray skirt and jacket and hold it up to myself.Maybe black?Shit. What do you put on when you want to look beautiful without looking like you are trying too hard? It is eleven o’clock right now, and I am choosing my clothes for my meeting with Mr. Cross tomorrow morning. Why does he even want to see me?I think I will choose the black dress. I place it on the chair. I take my shiny leather shoes and put them on the floor below the dress. What earrings? Hmm. I move my lips while I think. Pearls. Yes, pearls do not scream come have sex with me like the gold ones do. Pearls are smart earrings for work.Right.I will wash my hair and curl it tomorrow morning. I look at my image and hold my hair up in a high ponytail. Yes . . . high ponytail. He likes high ponytails. Stop it.I sit on the edge of my bed and look around my tiny apartment. It
Sebastian Cross is an American businessman and investor. At the age of thirty-seven, Cross is the oldest son of media billionaire Richard Cross Jr. and the grandson of Richard Cross Sr. In 2012, he took over control of the family business, Cross Global Holdings Ltd., along with investments in television, movies, and many other companies. He is the former executive chairman of Publishing and Consolidated Media Holdings, which mainly owns media businesses across different platforms, and he is also a former executive chairman of Netflix.In May 2018, Cross's wealth was estimated at $5.50 billion, placing him among the top one hundred richest Americans together with his three brothers.Oh hell. I continue reading.Personal life.Very private by nature, he is known for liking beautiful women. He dated Isabella Laurent from 2011 to 2015 and has not had any publicly known relationships since then.I place my hand on my chest and let out a breath of relief.Thank God.I clicked on the link fo
Oh my God.He stands up and walks around to my side of the desk, then holds out his hand for me to shake. “Sebastian Cross.”It’s him—the man from the layover who never asked for my number. I stare at him as my mind completely stops working.I can’t believe this. He’s the CEO?“Seraphina, tell Mr. Cross a little about yourself,” Victoria says, encouraging me to speak.“Oh.” I quickly pull myself together and shake his hand. “I’m Seraphina Ford.”His hand is firm and warm, and it instantly reminds me of how it felt on my skin. I pull my hand away from his as if I’ve been shocked.His playful eyes stay on mine, but his expression remains serious.“Welcome to Cross Global,” he says calmly.“Thank you,” I managed to say. I glance at Victoria. Oh God, does she know I’m the dirty-talking woman who slept with our boss’s boss’s boss?“I’ll take it from here, Victoria. Seraphina will be out in a moment,” Mr. Cross says.Victoria frowns and looks at me. “I’ll just—”“Wait outside,” he says, dis
“Are you excited?” Lucas asks.“Oh my God, I’m terrified,” I whisper as I turn toward him. “I’ve never done this kind of job before. I normally find stories together with my team.”He gives me a kind smile. “Don’t worry. We all felt that way when we first started. They wouldn’t have hired you if they didn’t believe you could do it.”I give him a crooked smile. “I just don’t want to disappoint anyone.”He reaches across and places his hand over mine. “You won’t. This team is amazing, and we all help each other.”I glance down at his hand resting on mine.“Oh.” He quickly pulls it back when he notices my discomfort. “I’m completely gay and apparently far too touchy. Just tell me if I get into your personal space. I honestly have no idea.”I smile, thankful for his honesty. “Okay.” I look around the office as more people start arriving. “How long have you worked here?”“Four years. I love it.” He shakes his shoulders to emphasize his point. “It’s the best job I’ve ever had. I moved from
S FMy mother's tennis friends gave it to me as a present when I graduated from college. I really loved it... but oh well.He frowns as he looks at the stitched initials.I take the scarf from his hands and wrap it around his neck, covering the large purple mark. I smirk when I see it.I didn't even know how to give someone a hickey.I must have been completely caught up in the moment.“What does the F stand for?” he asks.“Fuck bunny.” I smile, trying to hide my disappointment. I don't want him to know that what he said earlier hurt my feelings.He chuckles and pulls me firmly into his arms before carrying me back toward the bed.“That description suits you perfectly.”He lifts my leg around his waist, and we share one final lingering kiss.“Goodbye, my beautiful fuck bunny,” he whispers.I run my fingers through his hair while looking at his handsome face.“Goodbye, Blue Eyes.”He picks up the scarf and takes a deep breath.“This smells like you.”“Wear it every time you jerk off.”
“From the moment I saw you on the plane today, I wanted you riding my cock.”I giggle as I look down at him.“Do you always get what you want?”“Always.”He grabs my hips and pulls me down hard, and we both gasp with pleasure.Oh...He’s...“So fucking tight,” he groans.Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly moves me up and down. I can feel every part of his thick shaft.His eyes are dark with desire as he looks up at me. I lean down and kiss him softly.“Do you know how perfect you feel inside me?” I whisper before lightly licking his parted lips.His head falls back.“You are one hot fuck.”He lifts me by my hips and drops me back down onto his cock, and I laugh at the intense feeling of being completely filled.“God, fill me up,” I moan. “Give it to me.”I love watching him lose control.It drives me crazy.Then, as if I’m in another world, I latch onto his neck and suck hard while riding him.He hisses.As though he’s completely losing control, he pulls me off him, lays me on my bac







