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I read that message in his expression.

“He and Ash want something more serious with me. But I know you don’t.” My words hang in the air,and I wait for him to confirm that on the thirtieth day of my contract, he’ll shake my hand and walk away.

“I’m considering getting out of my own way, sweetheart. But I need to know if you can handle the monster I need to be in bed.”

It’s too good to be true that Emery Austin, CEO Billionaire wants to date me for real. Not just because I’m so much younger and don’t look like his ex-wife or any of the other models I saw him with on very old Insta posts.

“And if I can handle that monster?” I ask, a bit nervous that I won’t be able to give him what he’s asking for.

“I’m saying that I want to give this a shot. You and me.”

“But...” My throat goes tight, and I feel like a broken record asking about Ford and Ash.

I want them, too. I’ll let them fight for me if they think I really am the right woman to live in their hearts.

“Shhh. Let me show you the real me.” The dead serious look in Emery’s eyes frightens but excites me.

What does that say about me?

“The rough way I need to fuck.”

My breath sticks in my lungs.

“Oh...okay.”

He’s testing me. Do I want something serious with him after the month? The man he really is?

God, yes.

“Show me.” I smile. “Just try to scare me away.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you just waved a red cape at me. You’re in so much trouble.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

BERNADETTE

Ten minutes later, I’m face down on Emery’s bed. My arms are bound to the headboard and my legs are wide open, tied to the lower bed posts.

But Emery hasn’t touched me yet.

He’s completely naked, too. His sculpted shoulders snake down to molded biceps. He kneels on the bed next to me, so I can see him.

His eyes roam across my body while he whispers filthy things to me and jerks off.

I’m squirming against the raw silk bedcover. Every stretch of my arms and legs against the bounds stirs my senses. Every curl of my hips rubs my throbbing clit against the coarse texture, bringing me to a dangerous orgasmic edge.

Emery moans, torturing me by making himself come a few times.

“I want to go all night, sweetheart. It’s going to be tough on you. But if you give that sweet cunt and your tight ass over to me, I’ll make this the greatest night of your life.”

With that, more hot ropes of cum squirt from his cock and across my back. His eyes roll into the back of his head. His stomach of rippling ab muscles convulses with every climax.

“I’m going to bury myself so deep, I won’t know where I end and you begin.”

“I want that,” I moan, dying for himto touch me.

He chuckles darkly, emptying his cock one more time.

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