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“We’re late. Grab your purse.” I nod and walk over to my side table.

As I move, I realize I’m no longer wearing panties.

“I need to go grab,” Maddox grabs my hips from behind and kisses the back of my neck softly.

I glance over my shoulder, and his eyes have that animalistic look again.

“You have everything you need right here, Dove.”

Chapter

Eleven

NOVA

“I’m not wearing any underwear!” The moment she screams at me, she must remember she has neighbors because she covers her mouth and widens her eyes.

I chuckle and offer her my hand.

“Well aware, Dove.” I pat the remnants of the lace I ripped off her, which are now peaking out of my suit like a pocket square.

“You’re shameless,” She grabs her purse and walks to her front door, where she proceeds to tap her foot on the floor like I’m the one holding us up now.

“Careful. You didn’t pay for the spanking you’re about to earn.” I stand from where I was leaning against the edge of her couch and pull my cuff links back down before joining her by the door.

“Shall we?” I open the door and breath a small sigh of relief when her fucking ex is now where in sight.

It took too much of my self-control not to bloody him.

The limo driver steps out of the vehicle, but I wave him off and open Simone’s door myself.

“In you go, watch your dress.” She lets out an annoyed sound that’s more like a growl.

I lean into her doorway and right into her face.

“What was that?” Her pupils dilate, and I want to make her cum on my cock.

Next time.

I close the door as I promise myself to sample every goddamn inch of this infuriating woman. I’ve never had to work so hard in my career. I glance at my red knuckles.

Boy, am I glad I grew up in an MMA gym.

I climb into the limo and tap the window twice to let the driver know we’re ready. I see him nod, and I motion for him to raise the privacy screen.

“I owe you an apology.” Simone tilts her head at me.

“Your family is as bad as you said.” She blinks and then giggles.

“They’re horrid! Like they walked off a bad soap opera set.” She agrees with me through our fit of amusement.

When her laughter dies down, her face turns serious, and I relax back in my seat for what is coming. It was inevitable in my line of work. I wink at her so she knows it’s ok to ask.

“Is it always like this?” And there it is.

The moment when all my clients doubt themselves more than me. Yes, they hired me to make them feel good, but I couldn’t have possibly achieved that without their guidance. I make them show me what they need and force them to take it. I’m just sly about it.

One hundred percent of my clients are people who have lost their sense of worth. It’s rarely about sex but intimacy in its purest form. It’s the absence of joy in their lives that I happily help them fill.

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