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I turn her gently, her hands bracing against the wall. I slide my hand between her thighs, feeling how wet she is. I position myself behind her, the head of my cock brushing against her entrance.

"Ready?"

“Hell yes."

I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan, the sensation blinding. I set a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting deep, each moan driving me closer to the edge.

"Harder.”

I oblige, gripping her hips and thrusting harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the shower. The pressure coils tighter, every nerve ending burning.

"Come with me.”

I reach around, my fingers finding her clit. I circle it and she shatters, her pussy clenching around me. Her scream is swallowed by the rush of water. Her release tips me over, and I explode, a groan tearing from my throat as I spill into her.

I exhale sharply, jaw tight, every muscle coiled and tense. Just like that, I’m back to reality, alone in the shower, my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.

Fuck.I can’t be thinking like this. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about her in this way.

She works for me, she’s an employee of mine, yet she’s in my home, just down the hall. Every fucking rule I’ve ever lived by, every line I swore I would never cross, flashes through my mind like a warning siren.

My head drops forward, water dripping off my brow. One thought pounds in my brain, relentless and clear.

I may not be able to keep my hands off that woman.

And right now, I’m not sure if I want to.

Chapter 12

Erin

Where the hell am I?

Panic grips me when I open my eyes and see I’m not in my own bed, Tiffany softly snoring on the other side of the room. My heart races, adrenaline rushing through me.

I sit up, the soft glow of the mid-morning sunlight streaming through the windows, warming my face. Suddenly, it comes back to me.

I’m at Samuel’s place. I’m safe. I’m not in Misha’s clutches, not in some rat-trap apartment.

I look around, taking in the sight of the cozy room. The windows give me a sweeping daytime view of Midtown. I get up and make my way over to admire the scenery.

It’s funny. The view from my place is of the adjacent building’s brick wall, two feet away. Being able to look out over the city, to see the sky, the sun, and billowy clouds is a gift.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I have no obligations, no pressing fears, no one lurking in the shadows. I have a Sunday off and I’m going to savor it.

I walk over to my duffel, my muscles loose, my mind clear. I pull out a pair of black leggings and a T-shirt, slipping them on then stepping out to explore the condo.

Samuel’s place is immaculate. Sleek. A two-level sanctuary of dark wood, clean lines, and open space, an understated luxury.

The living room is all leather and steel, with tall, expansive windows with views of the mountains almost obscured by the beautiful trees. The kitchen is spotless, every knife and pan exactly where it should be. The bedrooms are tucked away on the other end of the first floor, the space somehow expansive and minimalist at the same time, as well as very inviting.

I run my fingertips along the edge of the granite countertop, admiring the cabin. This place is a fortress.It’s hard to believe that just yesterday, I was lying awake in my cramped apartment, wondering when the next nightmare would knock on my door.

I wander down the hallway, pausing in front of Samuel’s bedroom door. I didn’t hear him leave this morning, but I don’t hear him now, either. He strikes me as the type of man who doesn’t sleep in late, so I assume he’s already left.

The temptation to pull out my phone and text him strikes me. Just to know where he is. But I roll my eyes at myself, scoffing under my breath.

Get a grip, Erin.You’re not his girlfriend.He’s just letting you stay here until Misha backs off. That’s all.

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