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“Show them.” Nathan knelt up, undid his shirt buttons slowly, and let them see the collar. He didn’t speak. Didn’t flinch. He just exposed the truth. And he saw it in their eyes — arousal, amusement, envy. Simone leaned forward and tugged the collar gently. “This belongs to me,” she said, stroking his hair. “He wears it under his suits, even in meetings. It keeps him desperate.” “Does it work?” one of the women asked.

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ “You guys look so good together,” Aurelie said in awe when she saw the pictures we took from our date the next week. “And he looks so hot holding a gun.” I’d sneaked a shot at him when he was teaching me what to do and how to hold the gun and I couldn’t even lie. Aurelie was right. He looked hot as fuck looking armed and dangerous. “Tell me the date ended in him blowing your back out.”

“Colt.” I narrowed my eyes. “How do you?" “Small town,” she said too fast. Then she clapped her hands. “Go open the door. I want to see his vibe.” “That sentence is a crime,” I muttered, but I crossed the living room anyway. When I opened the door, Colt stood on my porch like he’d been carved out of the afternoon shade. Black hair. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes that went straight through my attempts at casualness. He held a small paper bag in one hand.

His rough hands skimmed across the flimsy material of her one piece bikini causing tingles on her skin and nipples. Elise groaned and allowed her hands to roam around his bare chest and shoulders. She was not prepared for what he did as Carl tore through the material and blew a hot breath on one nipple before lowering his mouth to suck it and tingles of electricity shot from there to her spine to her clit. She gasped at him, and tried to remove his head because of the intense sensation she was feeling.

“Come closer. I want you to take my thong off.” “With pleasure.” Colt dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers into the elastic running across her hips. He paused to kiss the jewel dangling from her belly button. Keeping his hungry gaze on hers, he slid the thong until it reached the tops of her feet. He allowed his eyes to gorge on her as they descend the length of her body, taking in the beautifully long sweep of her neck, her delicate collarbones, the gentle swell of her chest. Her compact ribcage, the muscles of her torso and the body jewelry winking at him from the sexy indent of her navel. His gaze moved to the rise of her mound. Her completely hairless mound. He grinned. “Sugar, I

But before they entered, the talkative Collette have something to say. "So Primo, I would like to tell you that our main model is Mr. Elliot Zaine Collymore's little borther but he was the exact opposite of him. He's arrogant and bossy so yeah. But if he likes you, like I do, he'll be gentler." she said as she tapped my back. Primo tensed up at what she had said about this star model causing him to gulp. Collette knocked and finally having the access to enter, he saw a guy sitting in a swivel chair, his back facing them.

They stay on mine, and though the woman doesn’t say it out loud, the look is a clear. Stay in your lane. Choose the right brother. If you fuck it up I’ll get rid of you. I swallow hard, feeling a sudden chill. “I understand, Elena.” “Wonderful! Now, go get ready for breakfast, dear. I want to hear all about your new work projects.” Just as I turn to leave, the sound of rushed footsteps on the main staircase grabs my attention. Colt is rushing downstairs, fully dressed now in a crisp, dark suit and tie, looking every bit the ruthless businessman I know he is.

“Hello?” “Hey, girl. I’m calling to let you know that your man is here, and he’s afraid to come home.” “What?” I asked, brows knitting together in confusion. “Whose man?” Simone laughed. “Stop playing. Your man,” she insisted. “What does he look like?” “Tall, blonde, green eyes, a little on the lean side—that man.” “It’s not ringing a—” “Eliza beat this man up,” Simone interjected. The remote dropped out of my hand onto the floor, clattering loudly.

She looked at me nervously. “Of course, I’ll wear them.” Colt took the box for me so I could put them on. “How does it look?” I asked I walked up to the mirror. I couldn’t even recognize myself. This woman was beautiful. “Amazing.” Colt said as he came up behind me. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt. He had a tie tightened around his neck and he was rolling his sleeves. His hair was helped back and his five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell.

Her lips were a deep, blood-red. She shut the door behind her with a soft thud and leaned against it. “Hello, handsome.” Colt’s face hardened instantly. The warmth in his chest faded, replaced by a cold, vibrating rage. “What the hell are you doing here, Corinne?” His voice didn't just speak; it thundered, shaking the glass awards on his shelf. A slow, wicked smirk curled her red lips. She didn't look even slightly intimidated. “So, you can finally tell the difference between us,” she mused, tilting her head. “Congratulations, Colt. You’re learning.”