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  “To ex’s,” Dorian said, clinking his glass to hers. “Karma is sweet, but revenge is sweeter.”

  She sipped her champagne, looking at him thoughtfully over the rim. He’d made her think about Jason again, but for the first time since she’d found out, she didn’t feel like dying. In fact, she felt very much like living.

  “Strawberry?” he nodded toward the tray. “I’m too full, but help yourself.”

  She wandered over, picking up a ripe berry and biting into it, sweet and juicy—and chocolaty. Dorian stood by the window, towel around his hips, looking out at the view, drinking his champagne.

  “So are you going to tell me?” she asked, licking her fingers clean as she moved toward him, feet silent on the white carpet.

  “Do you really want to know?” He didn’t ask her what she was inquiring about—he obviously already knew.

  “Of course I do.” She stood beside him, resting a cheek against his shoulder.

  “It’s the same old story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl spend six years planning a life together. Boy proposes to girl. Girl cheats on boy. Boy loses girl. Sound familiar?”

  Jodie nodded. Boy did it ever!

  “So that was two years ago?” she asked.

  “Three.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “I spent a year whoring around and then decided to go off women altogether.”

  “Six plus three… how old are you?”

  “Thirty.”

  “Jason and I were together for eight.” Jason. He felt far away from her now. Like a distant star. She knew it wouldn’t always be that way, but she was grateful for this man and his ability to make her forget.

  “And you’re… what? Twenty-five?”

  “Twenty-six,” she countered. “You know, what you did… swearing off women. That was probably wise. Relationships suck.”

  “No, they don’t.” He put his empty glass on the night table and turned to take her into his arms. “See, that’s where I got it wrong. I chose the wrong path—and I didn’t even realize it until…”

  “Until?”

  “Until I kissed you.” As if on cue, he tilted her chin up and he pressed his lips to hers. It was magical, still, giving her a heated thrill that curled her toes. He gave her a lazy, half-lidded smile when they parted. “And you… kissed me right back.”

  “How could I resist?” she teased.

  “When I heard what happened to you.” His face darkened, like storm clouds rolling in on the horizon. “Well, I know how easy it is to want to retreat. To give up. But I didn’t want you to give up. I wanted you to do the right thing.”

  “The right thing?” she blinked up at him.

  “What are you supposed to do when you fall off a horse?”

  “Cry?” She offered. “A lot?”

  “No.” He laughed. “Get back up on the horse and try again.”

  “So… you’re the horse.” Jodie smiled slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.

  “And I’m going to take you for a hell of a ride.” His eyes darkened as he undid her robe, looking at her fully naked in the dim light. Then he slid it off her shoulders, letting it puddle at their feet in a pool of satin.

  “Let’s christen that bed.” He nudged her toward it, taking her hands in his and planting them on the mattress so she was bent over.

  Jodie gasped in surprise when he knelt behind her, sliding his hands up over her ass and spreading her open. He had dried her off, paying close attention to the area between her thighs, but she was already wet again, anticipating his mouth, and she didn’t have to wait long for it.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, arching her back as he buried his tongue between the fat lips of her pussy. He lapped up and down her slit, down on his knees, worshipping the swollen flesh of her labia, exploring the pink labyrinth inside, even sliding his tongue up and plunging it deep into her pussy.

  “Ahhh!” She cried out when his mouth found her ass, tongue probing, making her quiver, his hands gripping her hips. Her pussy was sopping, sloppy wet now, her thighs wet with her juices, and she wanted his cock so much she couldn’t even see straight.

  “Are you still cold?” he asked.

  “No,” she murmured, although she was still shivering.

  He pressed her onto the bed on her hands and knees, spreading her thighs apart with his own. His towel was gone, his cock riding up against the rise of her ass, throbbing there, as he ran his hands over her curves.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Oh my God, he had to ask? She was soaking wet, so very ready for him.

  “Please.” She arched her back, pressing her cheek to the bed.

  “Tell me.” His fingers brushed lightly over her ass, making her quiver. “Tell me you want it.”

  “Oh my God, yes,” she insisted, reaching back with both hands, shoulders against the mattress, spreading herself for him. “Fuck, yes! Put it in me! Fuck me!”

  He gave a low, throaty groan, positioning himself, the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Jodie whimpered, wiggling, squirming back toward him, but he grabbed her hips, moving her own hands out of the way. His slide into her was so excruciatingly slow she thought she might pass out in anticipation. When he was fully inside of her, buried to the hilt, she sighed deeply, squeezing the walls of her pussy around his length.

  “Fuck, baby.” His hands caressed her ass, thumbs spreading her, exposing her to his gaze. “You look so good around my dick.”

  She half-smiled at the wonder in his voice as he slowly began to move inside of her, but soon she was lost in sensation, drowning in the thrust and growl and rut of him. The sounds of sex filled the room—his low grunts, her cries of pleasure, their flesh meeting again and again in the dimness.

  “Oh Dorian,” she moaned, meeting him, grinding back, working toward her climax. Her fingers rubbed her clit from underneath, fast, faster, circling her orgasm in a quick moving spiral. “Fuck me hard! Harder!”

  He gave a low grunt and shoved in deeper, pounding into her. Jodie whimpered and arched, spreading wider for his cock. Her whole body felt like a spring, tight, coiled, ready to pounce. Dorian’s fingers dug deep into her hips, bringing her to him with each thrust, impaling her again and again.

  “Fuuuuuuuck!” He moaned, slowing for just a moment. Jodie’s fingers were a blur between her legs, thighs shaking with her impending orgasm.

  “Fuck me!” she gasped, feeling the first spasm overtake her, like a tidal wave, she was drowning, going under. “Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!”

  He let out a low roar, thrusting into her so hard he drove her forward onto the round bed, fucking her deep and hard right into the mattress, filling her spasming pussy with a white hot eruption of cum, a geyser exploding in her belly. She closed her eyes as her body quivered beneath his, her muscles clamping down around cock again and again, milking him with every velvet snap of her pussy as she came all over his cock.

  Dorian groaned, collapsing onto her, and she welcomed the weight, the heat of him. He was still inside of her, still pulsing, and they stayed that way, breathless and panting, neither of them wanting to break the connection. When he finally rolled off her, Jodie turned, reaching for him, resting her cheek against his chest, both of them damp with sweat.

  “So was it as good as you remember?” she inquired with a smile, her fingers moving through the hair on his chest.

  “Far better.” His lips brushed her hairline. “But I knew it would be, the moment I kissed you.”

  She snorted. “That was a ballsy move, by the way.”

  “I was just helping a girl out.” He chuckled. “But then… my God, the way you responded…”

  “Not my fault.” She flushed at the memory. “It was all that celibacy juice you had built up.”

  “No. It was just you.” His hand moved in her hair, stroking gently. “That’s when I knew I was going to get lucky tonight.”

  “Two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars lucky,” she reminded him.<
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  “Not what I meant. I can afford to lose money.” He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Some things are too precious to lose. And there are people in the world who know that… and people who don’t.”

  “People who don’t.” She made a face. “Like Jason… and… what was her name?”

  “Melissa.”

  “I bet she’s kicking herself now that you’re a big shot, rich billionaire.” She touched her finger to his lips.

  He smiled. “I was a billionaire when I was with her.”

  “Oh.”

  “Did you send Jason that photo?” he asked.

  “I did.” She was embarrassed to admit it, but she didn’t want to lie to him.

  He nodded, satisfied. “Then he’s just starting to realize what a terrible choice he made.”

  “He sent me a hundred text messages.” She rolled her eyes. “I think he’s more than started to realize.”

  “You know, you still owe me a selfie,” he reminded her, arm tightening around her shoulders.

  “Here? In bed?” She raised her eyebrows and laughed. “That’s a little much, don’t you think?”

  “No, not enough,” he countered, nuzzling her ear. “We’re going to take a selfie of the two of us on a beach in Barbados.”

  “What?” Her head came up like a shot, eyes widening in shock. Barbados? She couldn’t go to Barbados! She had work on Monday and…

  And what? What did any of it matter? She could call in. And there was nothing waiting for her at home, was there?

  “You said, my choice, when and where,” he reminded her with a grin. “But first, after we sell your first edition Don Quixote for a cool million on Pawn Stars, I’m going to take my new little lucky charm gambling. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

  “Maybe.”

  But Jodie knew, sighing happily in Dorian’s arms, that there were no maybes about it.

  She was on a roll.

  The End

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  “N—no.” She could see where this was going, of course, but was helpless to stop it.

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  “Did you read the dress code when I hired you?” Oliver inquired as she stepped around to his side of the desk as he indicated. He turned his chair toward her as she approached, her trembling knees almost touching his. She just nodded her response, looking down at him. “I must not have been specific enough, is that it?”

  “I—I don’t…” Kelsey’s breath caught when his hand cupped her knee in her striped stockings. His fingers caught the fabric of her tights and pulled, letting them snap back into place.

  “Striped stockings are not allowed,” he reminded her. “Black, navy or nude only.”

  “Oh.” Of course she knew—but maybe if she played dumb? His hand was still on her knee. No, her thigh. Oh that felt nice. His hands were big, covering a lot of area.

  “Do you know why?” His hand was definitely on her thigh. Nowhere near her knee anymore. She shook her head, making a little noise in her throat that she hoped might pass as an answer. “Distractions, Kelsey.”

  Oh it was distracting indeed. Very distracting.

  “There’s a natural polarity between the masculine and feminine, no matter their circumstances. Did you know that?”

  She swallowed, nodding.

  “Men and women—we’re like magnets, drawn together. It’s inevitable really.” His hand was on her inner thigh, slowly kneading her flesh. Kelsey could barely keep her breathing under control, trying not to show how excited she was, hoping he didn’t notice her knees quivering.

  “It’s hard enough for men and women to work together, side by side every day, without distractions like these.” His hand moved lower, lightly stroking the back of her knee. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” She understood now, without a doubt, even if she hadn’t before.

  He looked up and met her eyes, his expression unreadable. “Take them off.”

  “Sir?” she breathed. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be.

  “Take them off.” He leaned bac
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  Kelsey blinked, a part of her screaming that she should run straight to human resources and report this, but her hands moved to her hemline, trying to negotiate a way of taking her striped stockings off without having to pull her skirt up, and she couldn’t think of one.

  If the thought of being spanked over his desk had been humiliating, this was far worse. Now she had to face him, watch the corner of his mouth twitch, almost a smile, as she realized she couldn’t do this without hefting her skirt up to hook her thumbs into the elastic tops of her tights.

  Maybe he’s making you take them off so he can spank you?

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