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Chapter 1

Cole

“I want you to come all over my face.”

Jaedyn gawks at me. “Are you sure?”

I stare at the acronyms again. “Yeah. Pretty sure.”

He looks at his cell, mouth twitching. “Damn.” His thumbs rapid tap a reply to whoever just sent him that message. “I hope you’re right, man.”

I punch the floor number on the elevator and stand back against the wall.

His cell dings again and he laughs. “You were right.” He smacks my shoulder, excitement lighting his face. “How the hell do you solve these things so fast?”

“One of my many talents, I guess.” Jaedyn’s been hooking up with some mystery woman for a couple months now, and she always texts him shit like TMTSTFUATYDLAGG, which he has to decode before they meet up again. I have no clue what he gets as a prize for guessing the right answer, but I’m not about to ask.

TMI.

“You ever use an electroshock toy on a woman’s clit before?”

Jesus, it’s too early for this convo. “Yes.”

“You’re my hero.”

I’ve dated women who were adventurous in the bedroom. Masks, paddles, floggers, and stimulators are always in my arsenal. I like my woman begging for my cock, because I’ll damn sure return the favor and worship her pussy. Wanna be praised, degraded, rewarded, and punished? I got you. Most women suck my dick harder when I call them a good girl, but filthy bitch, cum slut, and pretty little whore also do the trick. And if I hear a woman moan my name, I’ll work overtime to make sure she can’t walk once I’m done giving her as many Os as she can stand.

I’m a giver like that.

Of all the women I’ve had the honor of pleasuring though, one stays permanently embedded in my brain.

Haley Davis.

We met in college and had a wild motherfucking senior year together. To say she left an impression on me is an understatement. I compare every woman to her, which isn’t fair to anyone. But how could I not? I thought Haley and I were endgame, but I was wrong.

She set the bar high. Probably too high, considering no one else has reached it.

My brother Trey once told me I put her on a pedestal because she was my first and my memory of her is probably no longer accurate.

He’s wrong. I remember every second of our time together with perfect clarity.

The ropes. The chains. The beautiful degradation. The scent of her shampoo and the feel of her soft thighs on my cheeks when I’d bury my face in her sweet pussy.

Fuuuuck. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

Rounding the bend, I walk straight towards the receptionist who smiles at both of us. “Good morning, gentlemen.” Tamara swivels in her chair and shoves two coffees at us. “There are donuts in the breakroom too.”

“Marry me,” I say, just as Jaedyn goes, “I love you.”

Laughing, she snags two files from her desk and holds them up to me. “These need to be signed and couriered by noon, Cole.”

“No problem.”

“Noah’s in a mood,” she warns. “He’s already pissing and moaning about the holiday party.”

“Why does he insist on having it every year when he hates doing it?” Jaedyn shakes his head. “No one’s forcing him to throw anything.”

“It’s good for morale and business,” Tamara says in her best boss voice. “But yeah, I agree. It’s such a pain in the ass and we’re the ones who have to suffer Noah’s shitty mood while he plans it.”

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