LOGINThe drive home is a silent, vibrating with tension that fills every inch of the car. I sit in the back, my legs still slightly unsteady, feeling the cooling slickness of his release between my thighs. Caden’s eyes are fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white, but he doesn't say a word. He’s playing his part again, the silent, dutiful protector, but I can see the way he looks at me in the mirror. He’s not as composed as he wants me to believe.When we pull into the garage, I don't wait for him to come around and open my door. I slide out, my heels clicking sharply on the concrete. I don't look back as I head for the elevator."Follow me," I command.I hear his heavy footsteps behind me, a shadow that I’ve finally learned how to control. We ride the elevator up in a stifling, heavy quietness. When we enter the penthouse, I don't stop in the living room. I don't even glance at the couch. I walk straight toward my bedroom, the double doors swinging
The workday is finally over, but the air in my office is still thick with the heat of the afternoon. I sit behind my large desk, watching the minute hand on the wall clock crawl toward the hour. My skin is prickling under my clothes, the memory of the shower this morning is still a nagging throb between my legs. When the intercom finally buzzes, I don't even wait for Eva to speak."Send him in," I say.Caden walks in a moment later. He looks perfect, as usual. His suit is pressed, his tie is straight, and his face is a mask of cold, professional distance. You would never know, looking at him, that he was pinned against my shower wall only hours ago. The sight of his composure irritates me. I want to see him crack again.I stand up, grabbing my pink bag and smoothing down my skirt. I don't say a word as I walk past him toward the door. I hear him turn, his heavy footsteps falling into a strong pace behind me as we head for the private executive elevator.We step inside the small, mirro
I pick up my phone and sent Caden a text, asking him to come up. Then I walk into the walk-in master bathroom, stripping off my nightwear on the way.I stand under the spray, the water scalding hot as it beats against my shoulders. The steam is already thick, clinging to the glass walls of the walk-in shower and blurring the rest of the bathroom into a haze. My body still feels heavy, I can still feel the touch of Caden’s hands from last night, still imprinted on my skin. I close my eyes, letting the water run over my face, but all I can hear is the sound of the lock clicking.He’s here.I reach out, sliding the glass door open just an inch. The cool air from the bathroom rushes in, clashing with the steam."Caden!" I shout.A few seconds later, the bathroom door opens. He doesn’t hesitate. He walks in, stopping just a few feet away from the shower. He’s back in that suit, the dark fabric, the white shirt, the tie done up to his throat. He looks like a man who hasn't spent the last tw
Caden cuts off my words, his mouth slamming into mine and devouring my lips with a sudden, raw hunger. His tongue presses down, thick and demanding, as he sucks on my own tongue so hard it feels like he’s trying to draw my soul right out of my throat. My hands, which were just a second ago clawing at his grip on my neck, lose their fight completely. They drop from his wrists and slide up, wrapping around his thick neck and tangling deep into his dark hair, pulling him in even tighter until there isn't a single inch of air left between us.I tug on his hair with the same violent energy he’s using to wreck my mouth. I press myself flush against him, feeling the solid, heavy weight of his raging cock digging into my waist through the thin fabric of my dress. His hand finally slides down from my throat, his large palm brushing over my chest. He catches my breast, his fingers squeezing the globe of flesh with a bruising grip that makes me whimper into his mouth. Then his hand moves to my b
Caden drives the car into the private garage with a smooth, silence. The heavy steel door rolls down behind us, sealing out the noise of the city and the prying eyes of the world. He kills the engine, and for a second, the silence in the car is deafening. He gets out and walks around to my side, opening the door and standing at attention.I step out, the cool air of the garage hitting my face. I wrap the jacket around me tightly. I don't look at him. I just thrust my green bag into his chest, letting him catch it, and start walking toward the elevator. I hear his heavy footsteps following behind me, steady and slow. He doesn't say a word, and neither do I. We’ve been playing this silent game all day, and the tension has stretched so thin I can practically hear it snapping.We enter the elevator. The doors slide shut, and we’re trapped in the small, mirrored box. I can see us in the reflection, me in my long jacket, my hair falling around my shoulders, and him, looking as emotionless a
"Come in," I say.The heavy office door clicks open, and Caden walks in. He moves with that same stiff, military posture he always has, crossing the thick carpet until he stops directly in front of my desk. He stands there, tall and imposing, his shadow stretching across the mahogany surface."You called for me, ma'am," he says. His voice is flat, but I can hear the slight rasp in it."Yes…" I mumble. I don't look at my computer screen. I don't look at the stacks of reports Eva left behind. I look straight at him, taking in the way his suit jacket strains against his shoulders."Come over here," I say, leaning back in my leather chair. "I need you to help me with something."Caden frowns. He doesn't move. He stays on the other side of the desk, his jaw tight. I feel the annoyance rising in my chest, mixing with the displeasure that’s been building since Eva chatted my ears off."I’m having a bad day already and it’s still morning," I mumble, my voice laced with a warning.Caden lets o
I’m still shaking, my skin sticking to the mahogany as the sweat starts to cool. I try to pull my legs together, to hide the mess, but Austin’s hand is back on my hip. He doesn't let me move. He just stands there, looking down at me like I’m a puzzle he’s finally solved."You think one time is enou
The Guard’s heat vanishes as abruptly as it arrived, leaving my skin screaming in the sudden chill of the hall. I stand there, blindfolded and trembling, the black silk a heavy weight against my mask. The silence of the room is no longer just a vacuum, it is a predator. I can feel the hundreds of e
The air on the deck is biting, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from the two men flanking me. Every time Bram leans in to press a piece of succulent meat to my lips, his fingers linger, brushing against my mouth just a second too long. My tongue accidentally swipes his skin, and the low, vibr
Her long fingers slide in and out of me, her tongue flicking the bud between my folds, sucking my clit like it’s her life source. My legs hang open, my breasts bounce with the weight of my breathing, and my hands hug her tighter, pulling her closer.Her tongue continues to swipe at my folds, my body







