“Since this morning, apparently,” Ava said, hooking her arm into Gabriel’s. “And I might need your help to pick out more than a dress,” she added.“Ava,” Gabriel whined. “I told you, just because I’m gay, it doesn’t mean I like shopping,” he objected.“Please, pretty please? You are the only one I can trust. I know you will tell me the truth about what fits and what doesn’t. And I will spill the tea, and it is a really, really excellent tea to spill,” she begged. “Damn you and your knowledge of my weaknesses. It better be the best tea I have ever heard,” he groaned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said. They headed into the first shop to start their hunt. Ava felt bad she had to lie to her friend, but she couldn’t tell him the truth. She didn’t think she would survive if Gabriel cut her out of his life. He was a good man, but Ava knew when she more or less voluntary signed a sex contract, she had become a glorified sex worker, a pet. She didn’t think anyone would like someone

Zane stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at his watch, five minutes to six and still no Ava. He felt his irritation grow. If she thought she could get away with defying him, she had another thing coming. He wouldn’t hesitate to go up there and drag her down. The rhythmic sound of heels hitting the stairs made him look up. Ava was walking down the stairs. At least Zane thought it was Ava. This creature looked like an angel if God had added sexy temptress to the list of angel requirements. Gone were the dull clothes and messy hair. Zane had always suspected Ava’s clothes were hiding her true form. But looking at her now, he realised he had underestimated her natural sensuality. She was wearing a soft pink dress with silver sequins strewn all over it, making the light bounce off it. It created the illusion that she was sparkling. The left arm had a full sleeve, and the other arm was bare. There was no cleavage to speak of. But the waist was cinched and made her full breast and

“Put your guns down,” Zane growled at Victor and his men. Victor made a jerky nod with his head, and they all put their guns away. Zane and Jax also put theirs away and sat down at the table again. They must have stood up as they drew their guns, Ava thought. Ryder and Tom still had their guns out, but they lowered them. “Have a nice evening, Victor, and give my best to your boss,” Zane said, dismissing the four men for the second time.“The same to you, Mr Velky,” Victor said. It only took them minutes to exit the restaurant. When they did, Ryder and Tom put away their guns and Ava felt herself relax. Jax moved to a seat opposite her and Zane. He had a smile on his face. A waitress appeared at the table. Jax ordered a steak, medium, without having been offered a menu.“I’ll have the Steak au Poivre and the lady will have the seared lamb,” Zane said. He hadn’t looked at a menu either or asked Ava what she would like. Ava thought she should be upset about it, or at least object and ask

Ava felt amazing under Zane’s hands. The way her body surrendered and responded to him was like nothing he had experienced. The way she slowly let go of herself had him on the verge of coming undone. His hand on her naked thigh moved up under the skirt. He could feel the heat from her centre as he moved higher. His angel squirmed and pressed her full thighs together.“Relax, Angel,” he told her, and licked her ear. Ava’s hand grabbed his wrist and stopped his hand from moving further up her thigh. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she told him.“It’s okay, angel. You are mine, I will not hurt you. I will make you feel really good, let me show you,” he told her and used his grip around her throat to turn her head so he could kiss her. He kissed her and waited for her body to relax. As he felt her relax again, the grip on his wrist was still there, but not as tight. He moved his hand further up and waited for and objection. There was none, he let his fingers glide over her panty clad pu

Zane sat behind his desk in his office at the mansion and tried to focus on the report he was reading. Try, being the operative word. His eyes kept drifting over to Ava, sitting in a chair to his left, reading something on her phone that had her frowning. He sighed and turned back toward the screen in front of him. His mind drifted to last night. The taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her mouth as she pleasured him. The way she had made him cum from a simple blowjob was new to him. He had craved more, to take things further with his angel. He wanted to make her his in every way. But he also feared the feeling. There was a part of himself waring him she could end up being his ultimate addiction. If there was one thing Zane had learned from being around drugs most of his life, it was how to spot an addiction a mile away. He also knew to avoid it at all costs. The only way to do that was to limit your intake. So, he had spent the rest of the night trying to work. They had driven hom