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Ava’s POVHe did not stop at my breasts.When the heat between my legs became impossible to ignore, Corren released my nipple with a final, deliberate pull of his mouth and straightened just enough to look at my face. His eyes were dark, focused, completely present—the same intensity he had carried out of the school, refined now into something purely physical. The thick length of his cock was still in my hand—hot, fully hard, the head already slightly slick where my thumb had brushed across it. He did not take it from me. He simply watched the way my fingers stayed wrapped around the heavy shaft, the slow involuntary stroke I could not seem to stop, then reached down and pushed the soft trousers I had put on after the shower down over my hips in one firm motion.Cool air touched my bare skin.The fabric pooled at my ankles. He guided me backward until the edge of the bed met the backs of my knees, the pressure steady and unmistakable, then lowered me onto the mattress with controlled

Ava’s POVI went outside waiting for Corren.The night air was cooler than the house, clean and quiet against my face after the residual heat of the bedroom upstairs. I stood near the front steps with the small traveling bag at my feet, the lights of the estate casting long, ordered shadows across the pale stone of the drive. Somewhere behind me the doors remained open. Staff moved at a distance, efficient and nearly silent, the soft sounds of final preparation carrying faintly through the foyer. The deep, thorough ache of him was still alive between my thighs—a physical reminder of everything that had happened in my room before he left me to dress and come down alone. I kept my posture composed and my hands still at my sides. Dubai was no longer a plan discussed over dinner or mentioned in passing. It was tonight. The packed bag at my feet made that fact impossible to treat as theoretical.A few minutes later Corren came outside.He had changed into dark travel clothes that still car

Corren’s POVI went to sit down in the rear seat and watched the city move past the glass.Dubai at night was a study in controlled excess—light stacked on light, roads clean and fast, towers rising in deliberate competition with one another, everything arranged to impress without ever appearing to try too hard. I had not been here in some time. The interval had not softened the place. If anything it had only grown more precise, more expensive, more certain of its own importance. I took out my phone, made a short call, and kept my voice low enough that it would not carry unnecessarily through the cabin of the car.“Hello.”“Yes, sir,” the voice on the other end replied at once.“We are on the way. I hope everything is under arrangement.”“Yes, sir. We have arranged everything to your taste.”“Good. I will be there any time from now.”“Okay, sir.”I ended the call and slipped the phone back into the inner pocket of my jacket. In the dark glass of the side window I caught my own reflect

Ava’s POVAs we entered the room, Corren made a call.He spoke in that low, controlled voice he used when arrangements were not open to discussion—short sentences, a name I did not catch, a confirmation that everything should be ready within the hour. The call ended with a quiet tap of his thumb against the screen. He set the phone aside on a low table and looked around the space as if confirming it matched whatever expectation he had already set before we left the estate. The room was large, cool, and carefully prepared—white stone walls, wide windows that looked out over dark grounds, soft lighting that made everything feel both intimate and distant at the same time. Within minutes the quiet of the mansion shifted. A door opened somewhere deeper in the house. Footsteps moved with purpose. The scent of food—warm, rich, spiced in ways I did not recognize—began to drift through the corridors and into the room we occupied, growing stronger until it filled the air around us.A female and

Ava’s POVThe question sounded like a sweetener.He always knew what I wanted and when I wanted it. The low timbre of his voice, the way he looked at me while he asked, the thick weight of him still hard between us—it was all part of the same deliberate game he played so well. I looked at his face, at the dark focus in his eyes and the faint curve of his mouth, and still I nodded yes.“This time please go roughly,” I said.He smiled. The expression was slow and satisfied, the kind of smile that made my stomach tighten in anticipation.“Okay, baby.”He stood up.The movement was fluid, controlled. He reached for me and helped me to my feet, his hands steady on my waist as my legs adjusted to standing again. My clothes were still half-on—top pushed aside, trousers somewhere on the floor. He stripped them away with efficient, possessive hands until I was completely bare in front of him. The cool air of the room touched my skin. My nipples were still tight from his mouth. Between my thigh