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Joy and trepidation mingle in my chest. I know I should put distance between us, but instead I find myself sinking deeper into his embrace. "I feel the same."

Marcus's eyes darken. "Then stay with me tonight." He nuzzles my neck, lips trailing over sensitive skin. "We don't have to go into the office tomorrow. We can lock the doors and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist."

My heart pounds at the images flashing through my mind. A secret fantasy come to life, hours alone with Marcus and no one to interrupt us. But this is dangerous territory we're treading, a line we can't uncross.

I open my mouth to refuse, but his name emerges as a sigh instead. "Marcus."

"I need this, Charlotte." His voice is rough with longing. "I need you."

The words melt my resistance, awakening a possessiveness of my own. Marcus is mine, and I'm not ready to share him with the world again just yet.

"Yes," I breathe, sealing my fate with a single word. "Take me home."

A fierce triumph lights Marcus's eyes. He claims my mouth in a searing kiss, and I know I've given him exactly what he craved all along.

Me.

And that knowledge makes me feel special.

Marcus leads me out of the office under cover of darkness, shielding me from prying eyes. By the time we make it to his car, desire has overtaken my senses. I can think of nothing but being alone with him, sating this ravenous hunger that threatens to consume me whole.

We barely make it through the front door of his mansion before he presses me against the wall, mouth descending to claim mine. I arch into him, craving the feel of his hard body against my own.

"Bedroom," he growls, scooping me into his arms. I cling to him as he navigates the sprawling house, kicking open doors until he finds the right one.

When he lowers me to the bed, a thrill courses through me. Marcus prowls above, eyes glowing with predatory heat. I'm caught, willingly ensnared in his web, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

He undresses me with slow, deliberate movements, savoring each new inch of skin revealed. I tremble beneath his gaze, exposed and vulnerable yet utterly unafraid. Marcus won't hurt me. He protects what is his.

"You're exquisite," he rasps, trailing calloused fingers down my body. I arch into his touch, craving more. He obliges, hands and mouth roving across my flesh until I'm writhing against the sheets, incoherent pleas spilling from my lips.

Marcus finally claims again, and I surrender the last remaining shreds of my heart. We move together as one, drowning in pleasure and in each other. Release comes swift and all-consuming, binding us together with invisible threads.

Afterward we lie tangled in each other's arms, sated yet craving more. I know with startling clarity that it will never be enough. I belong to Marcus now, in body and soul, and there's no going back.

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The next morning, I awaken to the smell of breakfast. I pad down into the kitchen and smile when I see my powerful boss standing over a stove cooking. When he spots me, a lazy smile pulls at his face before he pulls me close and kisses me deeply, uncaring of my disheveled state or the food growing cold on the table behind us. I melt into him, the rest of the world fading away.

We eat between lingering touches and heated gazes, conversation punctuated by the slide of bare feet and the brush of hands. A sense of peace settles over me unlike any I've known before. Here in Marcus's home, wrapped up in his presence, I've found my sanctuary.

The rest of the day passes in a haze of pleasure and contentment. We explore each other unhurriedly, as if we have all the time in the world. And I suppose we do because he's the boss, so I don't have to worry about getting fired.

I smile as he presses another heated kiss to my neck. He's insatiable, and I'm loving every minute of it.

How did I ever get this lucky?

CHAPTERFIVE

Marcus

I arrangethe last silver candlestick and light the wicks, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.

Everything is perfect.

The flames flicker and dance, casting shadows that cling to the walls.

My heartbeat quickens.

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