บททั้งหมดของ Hot & Owned: Billionaire Edition(erotica collection) : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Cami sat in the dim coffee shop on the edge of downtown, staring at the stack of papers in front of her. The numbers didn’t lie. Red ink everywhere. Her father’s company once something solid, something proud had bled out over the last two years. Bad deals, worse loans, and now the bank wanted everything. The house. The cars. Even the little apartment she’d moved into when things started falling apart. She rubbed her eyes. Twenty-six years old and already drowning. She’d tried everything. Selling what she could, picking up extra shifts at the bar, begging old friends for favors that never came through. Nothing worked. The bell above the door jingled. A man stepped inside. Tall. Dark suit that looked too expensive for this neighborhood. Hair black and neat, cut sharp like he never let anything stay out of place. His eyes found her right away, green and steady, like he’d known exactly where she’d be. He didn’t ask if the seat across from her was free. He just took it. “Cami Monroe,

Cami stayed on her knees between Elias’s legs for what felt like forever.Her thighs burned. Her back ached a little from holding still. But the worst part was the ache between her legs. Deep. Throbbing. Wetness kept sliding down her inner thighs, slow and warm, reminding her every second how turned on she was. How exposed. How completely at his mercy.He hadn’t touched her again since that one light brush. Just sat there. Watching. Sometimes he sipped from a glass of water he’d poured himself. Sometimes he scrolled on his phone. Calm. Like having a naked woman kneeling at his feet was the most normal thing in the world.Her breathing got louder the longer it went on. Small shaky inhales. Soft whimpers she couldn’t hold back.Finally he set the phone down.“Eyes up,” he said.She lifted her gaze. His eyes were dark now. Hungrier.“You’re dripping on my floor,” he said. Quiet. Almost amused.Her face flamed. She wanted to close her thighs. Hide it. But he’d told her to keep them apart.

Cami stood in the middle of the living room. Naked. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp. Elias had dried her himself—slow towel strokes over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs—until she was trembling again.He handed her a small pile of clothes. Not much.Black lace thong. Thin. Barely there.A short black skirt. Tight. Ending mid-thigh.A white silk blouse. Sheer enough that her nipples would show if the light hit right. No bra.Black heels. High. Strappy.And a thin silver choker. Simple. But heavy around her neck.“Put them on,” he said.She dressed quick. The thong slid between her folds, already damp from the morning. The skirt hugged her ass. The blouse clung to her skin where it was still wet. Nipples poked against the silk. Visible.He stepped close. Fastened the choker. Fingers lingering on her throat.“This stays on,” he said. “Always when we’re out. Reminder.”“Yes, Sir.”He looked her over. Nodded once. Satisfied.“We’re going out.”Her stomach dropped.