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CHAPTER ONE

Sam rolled Annabel on her back. He held her wrists in one hand as he pushed his cock deep into her slippery core. “Oh baby,” he moaned.

“Sam,” she growled not with pleasure. She struggled to get her hands free.

He ignored her displeasure at their position as he pounded into her. His mouth covered hers. He needed to get off. He tweaked her clit but stopped before it gave her any real pleasure.

He just needed to… “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh,” he cried out as he ejaculated.

“Oh baby,” he collapsed on her. “That was so good.”

Annabel lay under him disgusted she allowed him to use her and disgusted she would now have to use toys to get herself off. Despite his positive attributes, he failed to do it for her. He rolled off her and pulled her against him. “You should clean up,” she rolled away from him and went to the bathroom. With the door closed, she used a cloth to clean up and dry off. He sweated so much. She wanted a shower but she wanted him out of her place more. Grabbing her silk robe, she tied the belt securely before she stepped back into her bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed peeling off the condom.

She closed her eyes. He tipped to the side and farted. “Want to shower,” he asked. He hoped she agreed so he could get her on her knees to blow him.

“No. You should clean up and go,” she evaded his hands as he walked to the bathroom.

“We’re just getting started, babe.”

“I have an early morning,” she lied. She’d text him tomorrow. She did not want to deal with his tantrums tonight. Sex with Sam had been all right in the beginning but now three months in, he behaved territorial and like he earned sex by simply existing. She was not interested in an alphahole.

She walked through her apartment to the kitchen and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. She heard the shower. She picked up her bag and shoes where he dropped them when they returned from dinner. All evening he crossed her lines. She didn’t like public sex or overt public displays. He kept her close to him in the booth at the restaurant. During the limo ride, he pressured her for a blow job. She drew the line at doing it with a driver in the front seat.

When they got to her apartment, he dropped clothes and things from the door to her bedroom. She picked them up.How inconsiderate, she thought.

She dropped his clothes on the bench at the end of her bed. With her daughter off to college, she didn’t have any way to deflect him when he was in this mood. Not anymore. She spent thirty minutes as his sex toy. Ugh. She needed a shower and a change.

“Babe, I could stay. I don’t care what time you get up,” he said. “I can always go back to sleep.”

“No. Sam. We’re done.”

“I understand you’re tired,” Sam grinned. “I’ll leave you be… for now.”

“No. We’re done.” Annabel met his eyes and made her presence felt just like she did in her boardroom. No one argued with her there.

“You can’t be serious,” he stopped as he slid his legs into his pants.

“When haven’t I meant what I said,” Annabel asked.

“Damn, I heard you were a bitch but I didn’t believe it,” Sam grabbed his shirt and dragged it on. “What more do you want? I fuck you all the time.”

“No, you use me as your sex toy. There’s no mutual pleasure,” she decided to go for honesty and knew he’d deflect and deny.

“Your ex was right. You’re a cold fish,” Sam threw the words at her as he slid his shoes on. He stuffed his socks in his coat pocket.

“Time for you to leave,” Annabel said. She walked to the front door and opened it.

“I should…” he loomed over her, his fist bunching and his body tensing.

“Finish that thought and I’ll have the police here in a heartbeat,” she narrowed her eyes and countered his threat with her own. “What do you think the voters will think of you abusing a woman, Judge Robbins?”

“Bitch,” he snarled as he stalked out the door.

She closed the door and locked it. “Stupid Annabel. You know better than to take an alpha male as a lover. They are boring.”

In an A linenavy skirt and jacket, Annabel walked into her office. Her assistant, Charles, met her at the elevator and started reciting her schedule. “You have the Spronk meeting at ten.Bingham will be in at eleven. Then you have lunch at one with three board members.”

“Cancel the lunch,” Annabel said. “Reschedule them for next week.”

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