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Maya"Sorry, apparently, the head gardener doesn’t have approval to let you into the greenhouse today,”Mary Jane announced regretfully, as she came back into the sunroom bearing a jar of cranberry juice.I stopped munching through the slice of smoked salmon on sourdough toast. Placing my half eaten toast down on myplate, I took a deep breath and addressed the situation head on. “The head gardener doesn’t have approval? Whose approval does he need?”“The boss, I guess,” she replied. “But he left before dawn this morning so John won’t be able to see him now until hereturns and nobody knows when that will be. Mind you even if he does return, as I explained to you yesterday, it is almostimpossible to see him, let alone meet with him.”My mind went to the man who had ravished me to the point of exhaustion, then pulled the duvet over my drained body last night. I shook my head to shake off the steamy flashbacks that immediately came flooding back.“Can I meet John? I want to speak to hi

Maya I stared down at my phone in surprise. Just when I thought we were getting along he goes and ends the conversation so abruptly. Why on earth did he have to do that? I tossed the phone aside and it bouncedacross the bed, but to my relief, settled just shy of the edge of the big bed.The last thing I needed right now was a broken phone. There were not too many helpful people in this house. I thought ofthe gardener once again and how my charm project should be.I had to admit Mr. Snob was totally right.Building a sort of relationship with the gardener was much better than barging into the greenhouse and claiming a shareof his real estate. There were also several things he could teach me so it was indeed a good idea to win him over.With that thought I luxuriated in a long soak in the bath, then slipped into the silkiest nightie I had ever worn in mylife and climbed into bed. Katie called as I was about to switch off the bedside lamp.“How’s it going,” she asked.“It’s okay.

LucaI took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Skye working in the greenhouse and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening much thought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find better j

Maya My hand slapped over my mouth to muffle any other sudden exclamations. Slowly, I began to bounce on his cock, and the plush head of his cock prodded at that elusive spot inside of me. I whimpered with shock, my head falling onto his shoulders until I was on the verge of another orgasm.“Fuck,” I cried out, unable to control myself.I hated that he could reduce me to this state, but there was not a thing I could do to stop myself. This was beyond me. I was helpless to stop my body from betraying me. I was just going to let my body ride him just as hard and take what it needed from him. My fingers found their way into his hair and I pulled as hard as I could. My punishment was a painful smack to my ass.“Let go!” he commanded harshlyI did, but to my surprise, the burn of his smack had been a most welcome ache. I felt myself leak out even more downmy thighs. With my feet solidly positioned on the floor, and my hand gripping his shoulders, I began to ride him. He pumped his hips

Maya. My jaw still tingled from his grip, but it was not that which caused me concern. It was the almost violent tug of the desperate need to have him thrust so hard into me that my fingers claw down his expansive back. He had turned his back to me and I watched his sculpted muscles hungrily, every movement of his arms caused a shift in his muscles that was simply mesmerizing.I knew I shouldn’t have been so rude to him, but the kisses down my back had scared me. It was the kisses of a lover, someone who cared. I was already in a place where I kept forgetting he had bought me and planned to discard me in less than a month, but if he was going to take his time and start devoting his attention to every part of my body, then I was finished.Detachment was what I needed. I desperately needed him to be the distant, cruel man who saw me as nothing more than a body at his disposal for the coming weeks. That was how I needed my perception of him to remain.I headed over to the plush rug. It