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He wasn’t kidding.

The morning drifted by on a cloud of pleasure. Brax gifted me with three more orgasms, all from his fingers and tongue, and I got my first taste of his impressive dick. I’d been way, way off the mark with my comment the first day we met—the Porsche sure wasn’t a penis extension. I braced for him to ejaculate in my mouth, but instead, he pulled out and shot ropes of cum over my breasts, then massaged it into my skin as I watched. Holy hotness. I lost my vocabulary entirely—all I could moan was his name.

And still we didn’t have sex. No, he left me boneless in his giant bed while he went downstairs to collect lunch, then fed me delicious morsels of gourmet food while we both sat naked among the pillows. He poured champagne into my navel and drank it. He drizzled warm caramel over my stomach and licked it off. He circled ice cubes around my nipples and kissed the goosebumps.

He told me he loved me, but I couldn’t say it back.

Not until tomorrow.

Not until I knew where fate would take me.

Darkness descended, and I fell into a sleepy haze. Only then did he finally, finally roll on a condom.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt at all, but the pain as he stretched me was strangely exquisite. Flames flared in my belly, filling my veins with molten lust. He went slowly, so slowly, and once he’d filled me, he peppered me with kisses on my lips, my shoulders, my breasts, giving me time to adjust.

“This is a first for me too,” he murmured as he began to slide in and out of me in smooth strokes. “The first time a woman’s been mine from the very beginning. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Take whatever you need.”

“I only need you.”

My heart swelled and ached at the same time. As Brax moved faster, I grew a little sore, but I didn’t say a word because every soft kiss, every gentle caress, made the pain fade into the background. And I wanted to give him this. I wanted to give him everything. He came with a long groan and gathered me up in his arms, worshipping me with sweet words interspersed with the occasional mention of filth. This was a day I’d remember forever, for all the right reasons.

I loved Brax Vale with every piece of my heart and soul.

That was my last thought before I fell into an exhausted sleep. I didn’t dream. How could I when my dream was real and wrapped around me?

CHAPTER29

BRAX

For a moment, Brax thought he’d dreamed the whole thing.

When he woke, the other side of his bed was empty, the apartment silent. But no, the room smelled of sex, and the remains of a lacy bra lay on the floor beside the nightstand. So where was Meera? He rolled out of bed, relishing the glorious ache that only came from a twelve-hour sex session, and checked the bathroom, the dressing room, and the kitchen, but there was no sign of her. Had she, for some unholy reason, thought she should go to work today? Without her underwear?

He called his own extension, but she didn’t pick up. Her cell phone went straight to voicemail, and a hint of worry crept into Brax’s thoughts. Then he found the note.

She’d left it propped against a vase in the hall, a hastily penned paragraph written on the back of a been-and-gone benefit invite that he hadn’t gotten around to recycling yet.

Brax,

I never wanted to have to write this letter. Firstly, I want you to know that I love you. Every piece of you, exactly as you are. Secondly, there are some things I never told you about me. I wish we could be together, but with the hand life dealt me, it’s an impossible dream. Just know that in my heart, I’ll always be yours.

Meera

What the hell?

She was dumping him? And this was how she chose to do it? After the best night of his life, she wrote him a fucking note? She loved him, but she couldn’t be with him? What was this bullshit?

Her clothes were gone, and her shoes were gone. She’d run out of his apartment and headed…where? Home? What hadn’t she told him? Why did that stop them from being together? Did she have a secret boyfriend squirrelled away? No. No, she might have been able to fake the sweet inexperience, but she couldn’t fake a hymen. Could she? There were medical procedures these days, and—No.She hadn’t been faking.

Something a little like panic made Brax’s chest tighten. He’d just freed himself from Carissa, and now his life had fallen apart again. Carissa. Suddenly, he knew. He knew Meera’s secret. The timing gave it away. Shehadbeen on Carissa’s payroll, a beguiling sorceress sent to tempt him. But instead of completing the mission, she’d saved him from his raging lust. That night in the limo, she’d had him. If she’d come back to his apartment, he’d have slept with her, and she could have collected whatever bonus Carissa had promised.

But she didn’t.

She’d betrayed her real boss instead of him.

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