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Zane’s big, and his cum tastes divine. Salty, tangy. When I sucked him off, I swallowed all of it, aching to have part of him inside me. I would have given myself to him in a different way, but I didn’t have any condoms. At only twenty, I don’t want kids yet, and I don’t want anyone accusing me of trapping him. If Zane Maddox and I are going to be together, it will be because we fall in love and no other reason.

Thinking of Zane and the way he kisses, I wet my fingers and find my clit. It’s huge, and the ball of nerves quivers under my touch.

I pretend my fingers are his.

“Spread your legs for me, Stella,” he’d whisper in my ear, and I would comply, eagerly, because I want to please him. I’ll do whatever he asks.

His fingers swirl over my clit, then push into me, one, then two, stretching me. They’re long, and the tip of his middle finger finds the sensitive spot inside me. He devours my mouth, runs his lips down my jaw to my neck, and lower where he captures my nipple between his teeth.

I squeeze my own nipple, and my nails dig into the tender flesh.

I’m almost there, and I imagine Zane’s fingers fucking me while he nips at my breasts.

“I love you, Stella,” he says in my fantasy. “Come for me, come on my fingers. Show me you love me, too.”

I do, moaning his name.

Staring at his picture online, I shiver, the aftershocks of my orgasm sparking through me.

I want the real thing.

Soon, but not too soon.

Zane has chosen a rough path, and I’m not in his line of sight right now. The company his father founded is, and all I can do is support him if and when he needs me. And if not, he promoted me to a position that will change my life. For that alone, I’m grateful.

I change my panties, wash my hands, and brush my teeth.

My heart sinks when I search through my closet for something to wear to work. I may need to do a bit of shopping. A new blazer, a couple of new skirts. Where, I have no idea. What I wore in payroll worked just fine. I can’t compare with Harper or the other secretaries on the twenty-fifth floor, but I know someone who could help me do that, someone who has fabulous fashion sense, and I kick myself for not thinking of it sooner.

Visiting Maryanne, helping Zarah plan a party, and finding new things to wear, this week is shaping up to be a busy one.

I can’t get Zane’s kisses out of my mind, and my fingers find their way between my legs wanting another go.

Not as good as the real thing, but I’ll have to make do.

For now.

CHAPTER TEN

Zane

Zarah’s on me the minute I step into the penthouse.

She’s lit up brighter than a Christmas tree, and it’s bittersweet to see her like this. I don’t want her to be sad forever that Mom and Dad are gone, but I don’t want her to let them go so quickly, either. Spending time with Ash is helping, and maybe Stella will help me look forward to the future, too.

I kiss her forehead. “How was your day?” I ask, kicking my shoes off and loosening my tie.

The short amount of time my father and I worked together wasn’t enough, but the information Cramer and Denton went over with me today didn’t sound like Greek. My briefcase is loaded with paperwork. Too much. I’ll never be able to look at it all and still get some sleep for tomorrow.

“Good,” Zarah says, pulling her robe tighter around her. She looks like Mom, and grief closes my throat, but I manage to swallow it back and listen to what she has to say.

Working alongside Ash gives her purpose, and she relays all her projects and tasks. He had her sit in on meetings and takenotes, and he asked her opinion on business matters. It sounds as if he’s doing more than training her to be an assistant.

Ash revealed business details Zarah doesn’t need to know unless he’s planning more than that. He’s talked about settling down, and now I know who he’s thinking about when he mentions it. He has a marriage proposal in the works, and he’s training Zarah to not only to be his partner in business but to be a credit to him as his wife.

I wish she would go to school and experience life outside of King’s Crossing, but she’s old enough to make her own choices and she looks happy.

“We need to throw you a party,” she announces.

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