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I grab a condom from a shelf beside the shower. Meli snatches it, ripping open the foil packet. “Allow me.”

She pushes me against the wall of the shower and lowers to her knees. I don’t usually allow a woman to take control, but it feels important for her to have it, like she craves it.

She grips my shaft, and I close my eyes, hissing when she moves her hands back and forth. She sheathes my erection in rubber, and I reach under her arms and lift her to stand. I’m getting impatient, and she giggles when I bend her over, forcing her hands against the wall. Lining myself up, I hold her hips as I ease into her. She feels too good, and I pause, trying to regain control of myself. “Shit,” she murmurs under her breath, “don’t stop.”

“Angel, if I don’t take this slow, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

“I need it hard and fast,” she whispers, her voice breaking as I ease in some more. “Fuck, Arthur, please . . .”

Her begging makes it hard to resist the urge to fuck her like she needs. She tries to back onto me, pushing off the wall, but I dig my fingers into her hips. “We’re doing this my way, Meli.”

“Fuck me, damn it,” she snaps. And that’s her issue—she’s so used to being fucked and discarded, it’s all she knows.

I turn off the water and then grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her to stand slightly and easing in some more. I press my mouth to her ear and use my free hand to gently tease her nipple. “You’re not in control here, Amelia,” I growl, and she shivers. “I’m gonna take my time and worship every goddamn inch of your body, and you’ll take it, understand?” When she doesn’t respond, I tug harder on her hair, and she hisses. “Understand?” I repeat.

“Yes, boss,” she whispers, and I groan, gently nipping her shoulder. I pull out, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bed. Grabbing the towel, I wrap her up before sitting her on the edge of the bed.

“Open,” I tell her, pulling her legs apart. She slowly does as I ask, keeping her eyes on me the whole time. I smirk, staring at her swollen pussy. I lower to my knees and push her to lie back. “You taste too good.” I bury my mouth between her legs for a second time, holding her down until she’s writhing beneath me and screaming through another orgasm. The second she stills, I spin her onto her stomach. She yelps in surprise when I push into her, placing my legs either side of her and pressing my hands into her upper back. I push to the hilt, and she groans, burying her face into the sheets. I stare down between us, watching as I disappear inside of her. “Say the words,” I growl, moving faster.

“What words?” she pants.

“I am perfect.”

“No.”

I growl, taking her hair again, and lower my mouth to her ear. “Fucking say it,” I hiss, slamming harder, “or we ain’t finishing shit.”

“I am perfect,” she cries, grabbing handfuls of the sheets.

“Arthur’s perfect angel,” I say.

“Arthur’s perfect angel,” she repeats, shuddering. I feel the warmth of her orgasm on my cock, and I pull from her, removing the condom and coming over her peachy backside. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing, and I rub the sticky liquid into her skin until the evidence is completely soaked up.

“Now, tell me, Angel, how long do you need before I can do that again?”

CHAPTER NINE

MELI

My chest is tight. So tight, I can hardly breathe.It’s happening again.I feel for my bedside lamp, but it isn’t there and I knock something off the side, sending it crashing to the ground. I grip my throat and try to sit up, but I feel dizzy and disorientated. The room is suddenly bathed in light, and Arthur’s alarmed expression reminds me of where I am.Oh god, I did it again. The realisation only makes this worse.

I gasp harder, each breath becoming tighter than the last. Arthur is speaking, but it sounds muffled as he helps me to sit. I lean my head forward and rest it between my knees. Closing my eyes, I picture blue sea lapping over the sand, tickling my feet and running back out, all the while breathing in and out, in and out. The tightening begins to ease, and I feel the tips of Arthur’s fingers tracing circles over my lower back. After a few silent minutes, I relax back against the pillows and stare straight ahead. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t be. How long have you suffered from panic attacks?”

“Since I was thirteen.”

“There’s a bottle of water on the floor. You knocked it off,” he says, smiling. “And painkillers on the table. I assume your head is hurting?”

My mouth is so dry, I can hardly speak as I reach for the water and unscrew the cap. “What time is it?”

He grabs his watch from his bedside table. “Seven a.m.”

“I should really get home to shower. I have to be at work soon,” I mutter, adding a small laugh to hide the fact I’m mortified that I’ve woken up naked next to my boss. I swallow the pills, and Arthur takes the bottle of water from me, leans across to set it on the nightstand, and catches my jaw, turning my head to face him. He places a kiss to my lips, and I immediately pull back. “I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I mutter.

“Shower here, with me,” he murmurs, grinning and taking his kiss along my collarbone. I briefly close my eyes, enjoying his lips on my skin. He takes my nipple into his mouth, and I shrug him off again.

“I have to go.” I try to get out of bed, but he tugs me back to him, hooking his leg over my own and pulling my back to his front. He rests his chin on my shoulder.

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