Page 423 of Savage Bosses

"Yes, yes! Please, don't stop!" she cried out, throwing her head back as ecstasy washed over her face. Then he pulled out of her and finished on her chest, leaving her sexually frustrated and pleading with him, begging him to fuck her some more.

The sound of her voice, so vivid in his imagination, pushed Bryce to the edge. With a final grunt, he came, his body convulsing with pleasure. His release was intense, almost violent as if he sought to expel the anger and frustration that had been building inside him.

"Damn it, Tatianna," he panted, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. The tension drained from his body, leaving him feeling both sated and utterly empty.

"Always gotta make me lose control, don't you? Even in my fantasies," he muttered bitterly to the image of her still lingering in his thoughts, his heart clenching at the realization that even now, she had a hold on him.

As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Bryce knew that he couldn't allow her to continue tormenting him like this. If she was coming back into his life, he'd ensure that Tatianna would bend to his will, just like in his fantasies.

The next morning, light streamed through the cafe windows, casting a golden glow over the empty tables and chairs. Bryce arrived early, still feeling the lingering effects of his heated dream from the night before.

Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he headed straight to his office, eager to immerse himself in work before Tatianna's arrival. As he approached his desk, he imagined her bent over it, wearing nothing but a pair of red heels. His cock hardened instantly.

"Fuck! Get it together, Cattaneo," he muttered under his breath, trying to shove the image of her from his mind.

As he settled into his chair, Bryce couldn't help but recall his conversation with his mother this morning. Her voice echoed in his head, informing him of Tatianna's scheduled return and insisting he meet with her to calm the tension between them.

"Remember, she'll be here this morning," his mother had warned. "Don't let your feelings get in the way of handling business."

"Feelings? I don't have any feelings left for her," Bryce had replied, gritting his teeth as he lied through them.

"Then this should be easy for you," she'd answered, knowing full well it was anything but.

Bryce shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the tasks at hand. If Tatianna thought she could waltz back into his life without consequences, she had another thing coming. He'd show her who was in control now.

A knock sounded at his door. Was it her?Damn it heart, don't race for her.He straightened his tie on his frame before leaning forward in his seat and clasping his hands together on top of his desk.

"Come in," he yelled.

The door eased open. Bryce swallowed.

"Hey, boss!" a cheery voice called out. It was motherfucking Danny, one of the cafe's delivery drivers.

"What do you need, Danny?" Bryce asked, flattening his hands on his desk.

"A delivery truck just pulled up with this week’s order. You want me to put everything away?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," Bryce waved him off, his mind already returning to Tatianna's imminent arrival as the door closed behind Danny.

Bryce glanced down at his watch. She still had another ten minutes to arrive before she was deemed late. He hoped she was late so he could punish her. Bryce stood and left his office. At the counter, he asked the barista for a coffee... black.

He'd just lifted the cup to his lips when the bell over the door dinged. Her. It was her. She entered the cafe as if moving in slow motion, her hair flowing behind her in the wind. Damn, she was beautiful.

Why couldn't she have gotten ugly over the last five years? Why did her skin still fucking glow? Why did her curves still make him want to drape her in his clothes so no one could see them but him?

Why did she still look exactly like the woman who’d loved him? Bryce steeled himself against his emotions that refused to align with his mind. Tatianna approached him with a smile on her face. What the hell was she smiling for?

"Having your hair down like that is a health code violation," Bryce told her.

"I plan to put it up before I work," she replied, voice light and chipper.

"And wash your hands after you do. We don't need our food having strands of hair in it."

"Yes, sir, boss."

His cock jerked, approving of her calling him sir and boss. But he couldn't help but wonder why his demands hadn't irritated her or at least wiped that fucking grin off her face.

"In my office," Bryce told her before turning toward his office.

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