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She moans, and her fingers and hips pick up their pace. I’m working my cock so hard and fast that I’m about to come. I slow down.

“When I get home,” I growl, “it won’t be your fingers in your cunt, it will be my cock. And I’m going to fill that pretty cunt with my cum.”

“Asher!” she cries as she comes, panting and breathless. I stroke my cock harder, watching her hips buck as she rides out her orgasm. A second later, my balls retract and then release, and I come hard. I toss a washcloth over my cock, and my hot cum soaks it through.

I ride out my orgasm heady with satisfaction. Watching Ella come apart for me, with cameras I set up in her room, strokes a primal need inside me. A guttural satisfaction tears itself out of me.Mine.

She. Is. Mine.

I’ve never felt overly possessive of the women I’ve been with before. Never wanted to. But with Ella, I can’t stop it. And worse, I don’t want to. This need for her burns and consumes as if it’s a living breathing thing in and of itself, and I could no sooner snuff it out than I could fly. I watched men be possessive of their women and never understood it. But I get it now. And that possessivebeastthat was dormant all of my life, is now awake, and it wants one thing and one thing only: Ella.

And I don’t know if anyone or anything will be good enough for me ever again.

“Good girl,” I pant, still fascinated with watching her as she comes down.

A distant knock sounds, Sterling must be trying to get into his office. Fuck that, and fuck him. Right now, all I want is thewoman on my phone’s screen. And what I truly want is to be in New York with her, instead of being here, making almost no progress with negotiations.

No matter how hard I tried to keep boundaries in place between us, Ella has managed to break them all down without even trying. She’s eclipsed my world. Shining on it with the brightest sunlight that makes everything else pale and unimportant in comparison. Months ago that thought would have terrified me. But now . . . I don’t care. Giving into my base desires when it comes to Ella feels like a compulsion I can’t stop. And at least for now, I don’t plan to.

34

ELLA

“What time is your flight, again?” I ask Lucy as we exit the elevator on the executive floor in the Langford building first thing Monday morning. After a much-needed girls’ weekend in Asher’s penthouse with her and Zahra, she’s flying home to Chicago today, but she insisted on stopping by my office first to sign the NDA.

“Noon.”

“Then you can head back down to the garage, and Andrew can just take you to JFK. You want to be plenty early.”

“After this stop, he can take me.”

“I told you we could have done this back at Asher’s penthouse; the legal team forwarded me a copy of the NDA. Then you wouldn’t have had to dress up and come into my office. You can’t tell me you’re flying in that outfit; even if you sit in first class, you’ll be so uncomfortable.”

Lucy is dressed as well as I am. But unlike me, she doesn’t have a Matthew and a team to make sure her designer wardrobe is curated to perfection. She does that shit all on her own. She looks every bit the high-power employee you would expect in a building like this, and she doesn’t even work here.

“Oh, no. I’d rather do it here with a notary,” she says as I lead her down the hallway toward the PR team’s conference room office. “I want everything on the up-and-up for you.”

“Bullshit. I love you, Lucy, but you’re not fooling me.”

“I also have questions.”

There it is.

“Asher’s not here to answer your questions; he’s in London.”

“He’s not the only Langford here. I assume his family knows the details of the agreement.”

“Yes, but they can offer you a lot less information than I can. I am the other half of the agreement, after all.”

“I am curious about some things that I doubt are in the contract.”

“The contract was pretty damn thorough. I’ve told you this.”

“I am only here to help.”

“I had a lawyer at the signing.”

“Yes, a lawyer hired by the Langfords.”