by Jenika Snow
But I felt like falling off that rope into the abyss wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to me.
Cole
She’d left the office only five minutes ago, yet my entire body was still on fire. My cock was still a lead pipe between my thighs, aching, needing to be buried deep in her pussy.
The moment I saw her sitting there, her long black hair this wave of spilled ink along her shoulders and back, this possessiveness slammed into me. Never had I felt my body grow so hard, so tight. I hadn't even seen her face yet, but I knew she would be mine.
I’d fucking make that a reality.
And then I walked around the desk and stared at her delicate features: big blue eyes staring up at me, wide, unsure, unknowing. She seemed a little hesitant, almost afraid.
Good.
She was smart.
I was a man who was used to seeing fear in people's eyes the moment they saw me. It was who I was, how I've lived my life. I never claimed to be a good man. I made my living on what others saw as taboo, wrong even.
Jana Banks.
Even her name got my dick hard.
Although she was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, the very idea of having her get naked in front of a bunch of horny bastards made me furious.
I was surrounded by superficial beauty daily. I had tits and asses all up in my face. But this was a business, and I looked at it as such. I didn’t fuck my employees, no matter how much they came on to me.
But for Jana I’d bend the rules until they fucking broke in two.
I had no doubt she'd make me a lot of money stripping, grinding her glorious body along that silver pole. But in the five minutes I’d been in her presence, she was all I wanted.
I knew, without a doubt, that I would make her mine.
I held on to that possessiveness, that domineering nature that had gotten me through life. If Jana wanted to work here, I'd hire her. But what she'd soon come to realize was the only person she'd be stripping for was me.
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