Page 42 of Seduced By Contract

"Yours for what?"

"Mind your own business, Ares! Fuck!"

"I hope you remember the deal with old Gordon. He's traditional and hates scandals."

"Fuck him. I have an agreement with him for a year from now. No one has the right to tell me how to live my personal life."

"Hey, I'm not the enemy. Not yours, at least," he says with his usual sharp humor.

"I've never lived."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't complain about what I had to do for the family business, but I've never lived, and that's what Madison represents to me: life."

"She's not just a fling."

"I don't know what she is. I haven't taken her to bed yet, but everything she does drives me crazy. She doesn't give a damn who I am or how much power I have."

"Jesus, Zeus. This could end so badly . . .”

"No, I know what I'm doing. We'll have six months together, and I intend to make the most of every second. That's all."

Madison

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I'm nearly finishingthe private dance when he stands up, just like he did the first time I performed for him, and as he walks past me, he says, "Don't stop. I'll be right back."

Less than a minute later, he returns, but he doesn't sit down again. Instead, he leans against a wall and watches me dance.

I have to make a superhuman effort not to forget the choreography, because even though I'm a virgin, I can see what his gaze is telling me.

To try to turn the tables and make him taste his own medicine, I approach.

So far during the performance, I've maintained my professionalism, even though my body has been feverish the entire time. But something seems to have possessed me now, because I promise myself that I'm going to wipe that arrogant expression off his face.

I lower myself while dancing, and my face gets very close to his groin. I would never do this with a client, but any logical thought has been lost in the face of the need to bring him to thesame kind of madness that overpowers me when we're close to each other.

He looks me up and down, his self-control irritating me.

I place both hands flat on his thighs. I'm on my knees, my face inches away from his body.

Unexpectedly, he lifts me and turns me around. My barely covered ass is against his thick erection. "Do you like to tease, Madison?"

I rub against him. "Only you."

His hand moves to the front of my panties, and my lungs lose their air.

"No," I beg, but without any conviction.

"No one will come in. I made sure of that."

I don't even have time to protest again, and his huge hand is inside my panties, touching my clit. I moan, and my legs become shaky, but the hand touching my sex holds me firmly.

"Give me that mouth," he orders.

I look back, and he kisses me, while his free hand caresses a nipple inside the bra.

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