The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary
His lips crashed into mine like he couldn’t stop himself. Like he had been holding something back for too long and it had finally cracked.
I wanted it just as badly as he did.
“I tried to ignore this,” he muttered against my lips, voice rough and ragged. “Tried to erase it.”
His mouth returned to mine, hotter, hungrier, tongue sliding into mine, tasting me like I was something he needed to survive.
“But you’re everywhere,” he breathed, kissing the corner of my mouth, then down to my throat. “In my head, my routine, in my f*cking sleep haunting every dream.”
I couldn’t answer.
“You’ve broken me,” he whispered into my skin, like a secret he never meant to say out loud. “And I can’t even bring myself to hate it.”
My body trembled at the admission. I affected him as much as he affected me and that thought was heavenly.
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She was the quiet shadow behind his magnificent empire, efficient, obedient, forgettable.He was the billionaire with the Midas touch of gold and power, untouchable, commanding, and always in control.
But when Mark Rexona walks into his office and finds his seemingly shy and diligent secretary, Teresa Smith , with her fingers deep in a fantasy that stares something in him, something that destroys his control.
Two worlds collide then collided, hers, filled with quiet but intense yearning and hidden heat and his, was ruled by dominance and untamable desire. What starts as one very stupid mistake behind a supposedly locked door spirals into an exciting and intoxicating game of lust, secrets, and power plays. He wants to own her and her pleasure and she is still haunted by the ghosts of her past.