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“She’s smart and right,” Grant agrees. “Besides, I got your six if there’s real danger. I rented the chalet next door. I’ll be watching the whole time.”
Axel fumes but agrees.
Thirty minutes after we land,we arrive at the chalet in our rental car. Silently, Axel hands me the detector to hide in my purse.
While he keeps his face hidden behind the open trunk, stalling while he gets our suitcase, I sashay toward the front door. The detector doesn’t buzz. It doesn’t detect a camera.
“Oh, myking,” I call out, suddenly inspired to tease Axel with his last name. It’s so Bratva and Dom, too. “I’ll be inside waiting foryou.”
Quickly, I punch in the code provided by the rental app.Opening the front door, I glance over my shoulder and startle at the sight.
It’s Axel, holding our black suitcase and stalking my way.
But, oh shit, the look in his icy eyes.
It’s a ferocious, pussy-wetting glare. Like I’m about to be attacked andloveit.
I squeal, committing to my role…
But is it?
This feels too real as I race into the open A-frame living area with a view of the mountain valley below. The detector doesn’t buzz in my purse, so I turn and quickly spot the primary bedroom adjacent to the room.
I rush in and find the king-size bed with fresh white linens tucked into a rustic cabin-like wooden frame. Thankfully, there’s no footboard on the bed, so I sit on its edge, knowing I’m facing the hidden camera.
Arousal sizzles in my veins, noting the camel suede side chairs across from the bed, like a seating area set directly under the oil painting of a mountainscape. The art hides a pin-hole camera, disguised by the black paint of a shadowy valley.
The detector in my purse on the bed silently vibrates, but I force myself not to look at the illegal device.
Aware that the camera is there, too, Axel enters the bedroom. He stays out of range of the lens, leaving the suitcase by the door. Settling into a chair directly under the camera, all that can be seen are his legs in a dark suit.
“My, my, Ms. Jones.” His performance begins for the camera. It records his voice as he sweeps his jacket open. “You’re such a good girl, so eager to serve yourking, aren’t you?”
He spreads his legs and slowly unbuttons his shirt. “Now, keep being a good girl for me, and you’ll get a reward. I’ll giveyou a choice tonight.” He smirks. “Anal or oral. Or does my naughty sub want both?”
Sorry, ovaries. It’s time to burst.
He’s going for the BDSM role-play, too.
“Both, my king.” I cross my legs like a lady, trying to make my voice sound breathy, but it’s not a stretch. My pulse races. My clit tingles. My birth control is battening her hatches. “I’ve been waiting months for you. Months to get away from my husband. He’s such a little …dickhead.”
Axel chuckles at my favorite word for him. But like a true Dom, he orders, “Tell your king the last time your sweet pussy was fucked.”
You mean my wet pussy?
“It’s been months. Over six months since I started working for you, Mr. Stewart.” It’s not a lie, but it’s the fake identity Grant assigned to Axel.
“Good job, Ms. Jones.” He taps his inked fingers over his thigh. “So your pussy is very lonely? Is it ready to serve me?Onlyme? Is it wet and aching for me?”
“Yes, my king.” Good god, this is hot.
“Have you been my bad secretary and good sub, obeying my orders?”
Where is he going with this? “Yes, my king.”
He cocks a brow. “Did you use the anal plug I left wrapped in a box on your desk?”
Oh.