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    I squirmed as his fingers found my already wet pussy. “Alex…”

    “So wet already,” he growled, circling my entrance. “Such an eager little wife.”

    He pushed one long finger inside me, making me moan. “God…”

    “That’s not my name, but close enough.” He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously. “Want more?”

    I nodded, unable to form words as he started pumping his fingers in and out of me.

    “Look at you,” he said, voice rough with desire. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

    His thumb found my clit, pressing hard circles that had me seeing stars. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was giving me.

    “Please,” I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his hand in ce.

    “Tell me what you want.”

    “More,” I managed, spreading my legs wider.

    Alexander smiled wickedly.

    He added a third finger, the stretch bordering on painful in the most delicious way. I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillow as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper.

    “Fuck, Alex!”

    “That’s it,” he encouraged, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. “You’re going toe on my fingers, aren’t you?”

    I nodded desperately, so close to the edge I could taste it.

    Then suddenly, cruelly, he withdrew his fingerspletely. I whimpered at the loss, my pussy clenching around nothing.

    “What the hell?” I panted, ring up at him.

    Alexander sucked his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “I told you. Get up, or I’ll leave you wanting more.”

    “You can’t be serious.”

    He stood, adjusting his tie with a smirk. “I’m always serious about orgasms. Yours and mine.”

    I sat up, frustrated and aroused. “That’s just mean.”

    “Consider it an incentive,” he said,pletely unrepentant. “If you’re a good girl today and pack up your apartment, I’ll reward you tonight.” His eyes darkened. “But if you don’t, I’ll have to pack for you. And I’m very thorough. I’ll go bthrough /b

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    every drawer, every box… find all your little secrets.”

    “I don’t have secrets,” I protested.

    “No?” His eyebrow raised. “No hidden vibrators? No sexy lingerie you’ve been saving for a special asion?” He leaned closer. “Nothing you wouldn’t want your husband to find?”

    My cheeks heated. “I…”

    “That’s what I thought.” He straightened up, checking his watch. “So what’s it going to be? Are you getting up, or am I packing your things myself?”

    I threw back the covers, defeated. “Fine. I’m up.”

    Alexander’s smile was triumphant. “Good choice. I’ll see you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes.”

    “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath.

    He heard me, of course. “You love it,” he called over his shoulder as he left the room.

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    I stomped to the bathroom, still throbbing with unfulfilled need. The hot shower helped calm me down, but I couldn’t stop

    thinking about Alexander’s promise for tonight. What exactly did he have in mind for my “reward“?

    After drying off, I wrapped a towel around myself and padded back to the bedroom. I’d need to wear something practical for packing my apartment, but I also wanted to look good for this trip to the estate.

    I settled on dark jeans and a soft blue sweater that showed just enough cleavage to be interesting without being inappropriate for a day of moving. I dried my hair quickly, applied minimal makeup, and slipped onfortable ankle

    boots.

    The smell of coffee greeted me as I entered the kitchen. Alexander was seated at the ind, reading something on his

    tablet. He looked up when I walked in.

    “Much better,” he approved, sliding a mug of coffee toward me. “Exactly thirteen minutes. I’m impressed.”

    “I aim to please,” I said dryly, epting the coffee. “Is that bacon I smell?”

    “Antoine made breakfast,” Alexander replied, referring to his personal chef. “Eggs Benedict and bacon. Your te is

    keeping warm in the oven.”

    I retrieved the te, marveling at the perfectly poached eggs and golden hondaise sauce. “This looks amazing.”

    “Antoine is worth every penny,” Alexander said, watching me take my first bite. “Good?”

    I nodded, mouth full of deliciousness. “Mmm.”

    “Eloquent as always,” he teased.

    I swallowed. “Sorry, my mouth was busy experiencing paradise.”

    “I can think of other ways for your mouth to experience paradise,” he said, voice dropping suggestively.

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    every drawer, every box… find all your little secrets.”

    “I don’t have secrets,” I protested.

    “No?” His eyebrow raised. “No hidden vibrators? No sexy lingerie you’ve been saving for a special asion?” He leaned closer. “Nothing you wouldn’t want your husband to find?”

    My cheeks heated. “I…”

    “That’s what I thought.” He straightened up, checking his watch. “So what’s it going to be? Are you getting up, or am I packing your things myself?”

    I threw back the covers, defeated. “Fine. I’m up.”

    Alexander’s smile was triumphant. “Good choice. I’ll see you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes.”

    “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath.

    He heard me, of course. “You love it,” he called over his shoulder as he left the room.

    I stomped to the bathroom, still throbbing with unfulfilled need. The hot shower helped calm me down, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Alexander’s promise for tonight. What exactly did he have in mind for my “reward“?

    After drying off, I wrapped a towel around myself and padded back to the bedroom. I’d need to wear something practical for packing my apartment, but I also wanted to look good for this trip to the estate.

    I settled on dark jeans and a soft blue sweater that showed just enough cleavage to be interesting without being inappropriate for a day of moving. I dried my hair quickly, applied minimal makeup, and slipped onfortable ankle

    boots.

    The smell of coffee greeted me as I entered the kitchen. Alexander was seated at the ind, reading something on his

    tablet. He looked up when I walked in.

    “Much better,” he approved, sliding a mug of coffee toward me. “Exactly thirteen minutes. I’m impressed.”

    “I aim to please,” I said dryly, epting the coffee. “Is that bacon I smell?”

    “Antoine made breakfast,” Alexander replied, referring to his personal chef. “Eggs Benedict and bacon. Your te is keeping warm in the oven.”

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    I retrieved the te, marveling at the perfectly poached eggs and golden hondaise sauce. “This looks amazing.”

    “Antoine is worth every penny,” Alexander said, watching me take my first bite. “Good?”

    I nodded, mouth full of deliciousness. “Mmm.”

    “Eloquent as always,” he teased.

    I swallowed. “Sorry, my mouth was busy experiencing paradise.”

    “I can think of other ways for your mouth to experience paradise,” he said, voice dropping suggestively.

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    “Jesus, Alex. Can I eat breakfast without you turning it into something sexual?”

    “Where’s the fun in that?” He checked his watch. “We need to leave in twenty minutes.”

    I focused on eating, trying to ignore the heat that lingered between my thighs.

    Alexander watched me like a hawk, his eyes following every movement of my fork with disturbing intensity.

    “Stop staring at me,” I mumbled, taking another bite of the perfectly poached egg.

    “Can’t help it,” he replied unapologetically. “I like watching you enjoy things.”

    “Well, find something else to watch. I can’t eat with you staring at me like I’m dessert.”

    “But you are dessert,” he said, voice dropping to that dangerous register that made my insides clench. “At least, you will be tonight.”

    “Jesus, Alex.” I set my fork down, cheeks burning. “Can we have one normal conversation without you turning it sexual?”

    He pretended to consider this. “Probably not.”

    Iughed despite myself. “You’re impossible.”

    “Part of my charm.” He nced at his watch. “Ten minutes. Finish your breakfast.”

    I hurried through the rest of my meal, aware of Alexander’s eyes still on me. When I finished, he took my te to the sink.

    “Ready?” he asked, grabbing his keys from the counter.

    I nodded, following him to the elevator. During the ride down to the garage, Alexander stood so close I could feel his body heat and the scent of his cologne surrounding me.

    His Aston Martin waited in his reserved spot, gleaming under the garage lights. Alexander opened the passenger door for me, his hand brushing against my lower back as I slid in.

    “Show–off,” I muttered as he got behind the wheel.

    “What?” He started the engine, the car purring to life.

    “This car. It’s unnecessary.”

    Alexander chuckled, pulling out of the garage. “It’s efficient.”

    “A seven–figure sports car is efficient?”

    “Gets me where I need to go.”

    “So would a normal car.”

    He looked genuinely offended. “I would never drive a normal car.”

    “Of course not,” I said dryly. “What was I thinking?”

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    The drive to the Carter estate took about forty minutes, leading us out of downtown LA and into the exclusive hills of Bel Air. As we wound through increasingly opulent neighborhoods, the houses growingrger and the gates more imposing, I

    felt my anxiety rising.

    “Nervous?” Alexander asked, ncing at me.

    “A little,” I admitted. “I’ve never lived anywhere like this before.”

    “You’ll get used to it.”

    *Will I? This isn’t exactly my world.”

    He reached over, his hand finding mine. “It is now.”

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