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A beautiful kiss from a beautiful sub.

I let her kiss me, let her mouth explore me, tentative at first and then getting bolder. And when her fingers came to rest on my tie and she said against my lips, “Sir, please. Let me give you pleasure,” there was only one answer.

“Yes, little sub,” I said. “I would like that very much indeed.”

27

Zara

I spent the whole night in his arms and then we had a long, lazy morning in bed the next day, because Fox decided not to go into work.

I loved every second.

It was as if the night before had unlocked a part of him or unleashed something in him, and he was by turns fierce, passionate, possessive, and demanding in ways he hadn’t been before. And he let me do things to him that he hadn’t allowed before too.

That night he let me undress him and explore him, and I did, taking my time, indulging us both. And I was proud of myself when he eventually lost patience, turned me over onto my front on the couch, and then took me from behind, hard and fast.

The rest of the night I was his to command and my reward was as much pleasure as I could handle. Apparently, I could handle quite a bit.

So, I was sleepy that morning and still yawning as he sat me in his lap at the dining table, feeding me bites of the breakfast he’d made — waffles and strawberries, my favorite.

When the knock on the front door came, at first, he paid no attention, though I felt his body stiffen beneath mine and his blue eyes glittered as he held out a strawberry to me. I was about to bite into it when a knock came on the door a second time. Then his phone, which was sitting on the tabletop next to my plate, started vibrating. It had been vibrating on and off all morning, but he’d been ignoring it. Now, he stared at it as if it had suddenly turned into a viper.

“Are you going to answer that, Sir?” I asked since it was obviously bothering him. “I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” he growled.

The phone stopped vibrating for a second, then almost immediately started up again.

One thing I’d learned about Fox was that he didn’t curse except during sex or when he was particularly angry, so it was almost a shock when he finally grabbed the phone and answered it with a, “What the fuck do you want?” There was a pause. “What about? I’m very busy at the—” He broke off abruptly and his face went white. Then he put down the phone, eased me out of his lap, and got to his feet. “Stay here,” he ordered in a cold voice, before striding out, leaving me staring after him in shock.

What was going on? I hadn’t liked that white look on his face one bit. Had he received bad news? Was it about the Hamiltons?

I should have done what I was told and stayed where I was, but concern for him had me going into the living room and sitting on the couch, listening.

I could hear his voice in the hall and another man’s, deep and rough. They were arguing and Fox sounded absolutely furious.

Worry tightened inside me, and before I could second-guess myself, I’d grabbed the blanket off the couch, wrapped it around me, then crept to the living room doorway.

“You hurt her, I’ll kill you,” Fox was saying furiously. “I might kill you anyway.”

“Hurting her is the last thing I want to do, believe me,” the other man said.

That was Caleb Cross’ voice, Fox’s best friend.

I peeked into the hall then, because Caleb’s arrival had obviously made Fox angry and whatever it was, I wanted to know about it.

Stupid of me to even think about intervening, especially when angry men were a red flag for me, but I wasn’t thinking logically. All I could think about was how Fox protected me, and now I wanted to protect him.

He was down the other end of the hall, by the front door, his tall, broad figure standing there rigid. He had his back to me and his hands in fists, while Caleb — because it was Caleb — stood facing him. They were of a similar height, yet Caleb had a cut lip and a bruise on his jaw. Fox must have punched him.

The tension that filled the hallway was almost choking and I knew that if I didn’t say anything to break that tension somehow, Fox was going to launch another punch.

“Sir?” I asked, pitching my voice clearly.

Fox stiffened then glanced over his shoulder in my direction. His blue gaze was burning, his face bone white. Then he turned back to Caleb. “Get out,” he said icily. “Get the fuck out of my sight. We’ll have this conversation later.”

I should have stayed where I was, but I couldn’t bear the note of pain in his voice, so I moved out into the hallway and took a couple of steps down it. Caleb saw me, his dark eyes widening in surprise. I’d worked at his company for a month, but he was the CEO, he wouldn’t know who I was. Besides, I’d never met him formally.