Page 55 of His Wild Seduction

Ugh.

That was it. No more. I pushed the thoughts right out of my head.

It was only five thirty, and I knew Josef wouldn’t be home for hours. Not that it mattered.

He wouldn’t touch me when he got here, anyway.

And I was aching.

Emotionally wrung out and physically exhausted. I needed a release, and Walter was my only option.

Yes, I named my vibrators. Why not?

They were my only source of sexual release over the past fifteen years, and they did a damn fine job of it. I’d all but proved I didn’t need a man to get off.

Even though being with Josef was so much better. But he didn’t want me and that was a reality I needed to face sooner rather than later.

Did it suck?

Yes.

Too bad, so sad.

It was this or nothing.

And I was tired of nothing.

CHAPTER TWENTY

JOSEF

“Report,” I said, stepping onto the private elevator.

I was fucking exhausted.

I’d been sitting on that goddamn background check for two days now, and I still couldn’t bring myself to read the whole thing.

Fuck.

Mario joined me inside the elevator, having already notified me that Meredith returned home about an hour ago.

He’d been stationed in the lobby at the elevator entrance, and no one could enter or leave without him knowing it.

Of course, we had state-of-the-art tech, cameras, locks with biometrics on every door and window of the building, my home, especially.

“I drove Mrs. Aziz back and escorted her to the condo, texting you right after she was safely ensconced inside. She has not ordered dinner, and she has not left the premises.”

“Good,” I replied.

Anxiety and nerves wrestled for dominance, and I fidgeted with my sleeve before I caught myself.

Fuck.

I didn’t fidget.

I was Josef Aziz.

President of Sigma International Security.

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