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“I get it, Zach. You throw money at problems, and they go away. I’m not one of them. Buying my affection won’t work. You’ll have to earn it.”
I wanted to laugh.
I’d earned so much in so little time in my life. Of all challenges, surely this was the one I was fully equipped to handle.
“I’m sorry.” I brushed my thumb along her cheek, wiping away a drop of Brett’s blood. Her eyes glittered as our skin touched. A shiver raced down my spine, an involuntary reaction, like cringing at the sound of a fork being dragged over a plate. “I truly am.”
“For what?” She was barely breathing.
“For dragging you into my own personal hell.” I kept my thumb on her cheek. “You are going to fix me, Farrow… So I can become someone else’s.”
Iwriggled out of Zach’s touch, speed-walking out of his closet like my ass was on fire.
I’d never been anything other than brave, but listening to my hotter than Hades boss tell me he planned to screw my brains out so he could overcome some mysterious trauma and be with someone else was well above my paygrade.
What the hell?
I mean, seriously,what in the actual hell?
The worst part was, my upper thighs were sticky, dripping with need for him. My face flushed, sweltering with desire. My skin tight and tingly and begging to be touched.
Empty.
I felt empty, more than anything else.
Bracing a hand along the corridor wall, I struggled to walk straight. My stomach had dropped when the pad of his finger met my cheek, and that empty, warm feeling nestled in my core, begging to be unknotted.
I needed a release.
Now.
Dazed, I reached for the nearest door and shoved it open, stumbling inside. I pressed it shut, gluing my back to the cool wood and closing my eyes.
I tried to regulate my breaths.
The elegant tinge of Christian Dior candles and general cleanness prickled my nose.
Focus, Fae.
My eyelids fluttered open. I examined my surroundings, realizing I’d entered Zach’s art library.
Unlike the ones in his office, pieces of art adorned every inch of the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling maple shelves. Sculptures, paintings, ancient jewelry, and first editions.
Unfortunately, neither the Brancusi sculpture nor the first-editionAlice in Wonderlandhardcover stopped my traitorous body from rioting.
My disloyal clit throbbed, demanding to be touched, tugged, and massaged.
I’d had enough.
You need to take care of this before you return to work.
I twisted the lock, jiggled it three times to double check, and shuffled to the far corner of the library, rushed by the slickness between mylegs soaking my panties.
Maybe I should’ve felt bad about desecrating Zach’s antique library, but maybeheshouldn’t have indirectly called my pussy his cure.
The shelves rattled behind me as I pushed my back against it, toppling a handwritten, limited-edition textbook from the Renaissance.
I scooted down to the carpet, pulsewhooshingbetween my ears. “One last chance to stop this madness, Fae.”
