MasukCaden 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 wake up a full minute before my alarm even has a chance to go off. I sit up in the center of my oversized bed, the silk sheets sliding down my skin, and I just sit there in the quiet. For a second, I wonder why I feel so light, why the usual morning fog isn’t weighing me down, and then it all comes back. I remember the weight of Caden’s head between my thighs and the way he looked on his heels in my living room last night.A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. I nod to the empty room, push the covers back, and get out of bed. I can’t wait to see what today is going to bring.I move to my walk-in closet, my bare feet silent on the marble floor. I spend a long time looking through the racks before I settle on a backless, black mini dress. It’s tight, short, and professional only in the sense that I’m the one wearing it. I pair it with a black long jacket to keep the mystery alive for the public. I pick out a pair of sharp black heels and a green designer bag for a pop of color.I h
I sink into the plush velvet of the couch, my head falling back until it hits the frame. The cool air of the penthouse feels like a slap against my heated skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of Caden’s face pushing deeper between my thighs. He isn't holding back anymore. The professional wall he carries around like armor has finally cracked, and I can feel the raw, desperate hunger in the way his nose brushes against my sensitive skin.My nails dig deep into the expensive fabric of the sofa, my knuckles turning white as I steady myself. I watch him. I don't close my eyes, I want to see this. I want to see my high-and-mighty protector reduced to this, head bobbing against my pussy, his dark hair a mess as he tries to find every inch of me."Yes," I hiss, the word escaping as a sharp, rough exhale that cuts through the silence of the room.I am enjoying every single second of this. The anger I felt in the car, the fury at the paparazzi, the security, the world, has shifted int
"Fuck!" I hiss, shielding my face as I lunge into the back seat. The flashes from the cameras are like needles in my eyes. Outside, Caden is a wall of solid muscle, his arms out to shove back the vultures. I hear the roar of the crowd, the shouting of my name, and the aggressive clicking of shutters until the door finally slams shut.Silence settles around me. The tinted glass cuts the world in two.I’m shaking, my heart hammering loudly in the quiet of the car. I stare at the back of Caden’s head as he slides into the driver's seat. He throws a quick glance at me in the mirror, his face a mask of professional calm, before turning to start the engine."Move, you idiot!" I snap.He doesn't say a word, he just puts the car in gear and pulls away from the curb. I look out the window, watching the paparazzi give up on me and sprint after some other big shot walking out of the gala. My skin is crawling."Those bunch of fools," I curse, my voice trembling. "This whole event was a total crap
I am standing at the stove, the scraping of my wooden spoon against the pan the only sound in the kitchen until the air behind me shifts. Before I can turn, I feel the solid, undeniable heat of Leo. He closes the distance in a single step, wrapping his thick arms around my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest. The smell of him, soap and that raw, masculine scent, fills my lungs, instantly making my heart hammer against my ribs."What are you doing?" I whisper, my voice already losing its edge. I try to keep my focus on the simmering sauce, but my hands are trembling. "Shouldn't you be leaving? Aren't you supposed to go pick Chloe up from the airport?"Leo leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive curve of my neck, sending a violent shiver down my spine. "She called while you were in the shower," he mumbles against my skin. "The company already prepared a car to bring her here. She’s coming straight from the terminal."I freeze, the spoon hovering over the pan. "
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







