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  “I know just how you feel. I hope we’ve gone some way to you letting go of all that. God knows, I can’t find another way.”

  Sarah wondered if she was the way for Brock. But then, this wasn’t her. This wasn’t the real Sarah. She wasn’t a submissive. This was an experiment. One of those things you did once and left behind as part of your misspent youth. How did Brock know what to do to her to get those responses? He was clearly an expert, but surely every person was different.

  “Why do you like being a Dom?”

  “It helps me escape from the pressure of real life. I guess it ends up being an ego boost as well.”

  “Have you ever been in a relationship where it wasn’t about you acting as a Dom?”

  “I’m married. So, no. Plus the playboy media blitz is just a cover.”

  Yes, he held his marriage vow as sacred in that way. Yet, he could be a Dom to other women.

  “I don’t get how it works for you. The marriage is priority, yet you do this on the side.”

  “It’s not personal.” His hand stroked down her face and moved back a little. She looked up at him. His intent stare almost had her looking away again. “Not until you came along.”

  “But our lives aren’t meant be combined, are they?” She spoke quietly, not really wanting to hear the words out loud.

  “I think there’s a man so much better for you out there. I really do. And you’ll find him. You’ll have babies, and a home, and maybe missionary position, but you’ll be happy.”

  Sarah had to smile. She tilted her head and brought her mouth close to his. “I have a feeling you are right. I will be happy. Thank you, Brock, for caring.” She let her mouth touch his then. A feather touch of lips. He shuddered under the miniscule contact, and Sarah wanted him more than ever. She’d no intention of waiting like he’d just made her. She had to have him inside her, right now. It wasn’t just a normal desire. For some reason, this was urgent.

  “Put on a condom.”

  “Sarah—”

  “Do it, or I’ll walk out of here.”

  She watched as Brock moved to the side of the bed and took a condom off the bedside table. He opened and rolled it on. His cock was hard, so he clearly wanted this as much as she did. He turned back to her on the bed, and Sarah smiled. He was dinner, and she was starving.

  She laced her fingers through his hair at the back of his head and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. His mouth opened to her, and he groaned. That masculine noise added fuel to her fire. Sarah pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She never stopped the passionate kisses. Their tongues met with electricity, and she sucked his into her mouth like it was his cock.

  His cock wasn’t inside her; Sarah slid her pussy along the length of it until she could take no more. She broke the fervent kisses and turned around with her back to him. She’d never done reverse cowgirl before, and she was going to give it a go with no inhibitions. Her arousal soared, and she leaned forward to get the tip Brock’s erection inside her.

  “Yes, baby. That’s right. Put it inside you. Fuck my cock.” Brock’s voice was now a throaty growl that thrilled Sarah right to her core. He wanted her like this—when she’d let go of her moral code that was so ingrained in her. This was her pleasure, her body, and her orgasm. She should be able to express herself and get off any way she chose, with a willing partner.

  Sarah took all of his cock now, sliding the length inside her needy body. She lifted her hips and then let herself drop onto him again. The tension built inside, but she needed more of him, needed it deeper. Deep enough to make her scream. She bent her knees and got into a low squat position and leaned herself back, supporting with her arms behind her and either side of Brock’s hot body.

  His hands came around her ribcage and helped support her. “Yes, Sarah. Ride me. Ride me hard. Make me come.”

  Sarah wasn’t sure if it was this position or the sensitive state she in, probably both, but her orgasm loomed just out of reach. She moved up and down on his solid cock like a machine, and he thrust up into her the same way. His grunts told her he was close.

  “Come, Brock. Come with me. Fuck me harder and come with me.” Sarah was beyond the point of no return, as the climax shattered her from the inside out. She cried out Brock’s name, and he yelled out hers. She felt his cock pumping and herself contracting. She fell back on top of him, and she couldn’t move a muscle.

  Her mind kept telling her to, but she simply couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t comply. Suddenly, she was exhausted. So exhausted. She could sleep for a week. She could sleep forever. God, she hoped she’d wake up. Brock lifted her off him and laid her beside him. Sarah knew it was happening, and the covers came up and tucked under her chin.

  The room was cold; Brock had gone somewhere. He’d left her. She wasn’t enough. Her mind spiralled into despair. But then he was back again, helping her sit up, talking softly, saying he wouldn’t leave, that she was safe. Something nudged against her lips. The warmth was nice, the sweet smell drifted into her nostrils. Chocolate.

  “Sip, Sarah. It’s hot chocolate. You need to drink it before you sleep. Please.”

  His voice soothed her mind, and she drank down a few mouthfuls. Delicious, sweet and rich. It hit her belly and warmed her through. Sarah couldn’t control her shivering again. What was wrong with her?

  “Drink, Sarah. Drink it all, and I’ll lay with you while you sleep. As long as it takes.”

  Sarah swallowed the rest of the warm drink and licked her lips. Brock guided her to lie down on her side, and he slid in behind her, under the covers, spooning her close and kissing her shoulder.

  “Make sure I wake up.” What was she saying? That didn’t even make sense, but she heard the words from her own mouth. Somehow in her head she was worried if he didn’t wake her, she’d sleep forever.

  “You’ll wake up. I promise. I’ll be right here—for as long as you need.”

  Sarah didn’t understand this weirdness. This funk she was in had to stop. She needed to control it. She couldn’t go into a courtroom like this. What if she never went back to normal?

  “Is this my normal now? Will I be the same again?”

  Brock held her tight. “Sleep. I promise we’ll talk when you wake up. You need to rest now.”

  “I do. I’m so sleepy. Don’t leave me alone.”

  “I won’t.”

  Chapter Six

  Sarah walked into her apartment and threw her bag on the floor. When she’d woken up in the warehouse this morning, Brock’s body was still pressed against hers. He tried to talk to her and check in. Sarah didn’t see the need to prolong things. She knew what she had to do to sort her life and move forward.

  She knew she needed to get home, talk to Bella about moving out of the apartment Brock had arranged for her, and resign from the job he’d given her, or at least renegotiate the terms. Last, but not least, she needed to go see her parents and have her say.

  So, here she was in the apartment, and whatever had happened between them happened. She’d move on and let Brock get on with his life with his family.

  Sarah wasn’t thinking about the BDSM session they’d had or what she’d done, what she’d wanted Brock to do to her. Not yet. That needed to be calculated through her normal brain. That Sarah in the warehouse wasn’t her. This was her, and she’d sort her life out and go look for that husband to love her forever. As mind-blowing as it was with Brock, she didn’t need him to be in control of her. Not in any way.

  Brock had assured her everything was secure in her apartment after the scare with Rick and the sweep for electronic bugs had shown nothing. She really hoped Rick was over his vendetta against the world. Wishful thinking most likely. She hoped he’d see reason and take a big payout or something.

  She got why Rick was angry, but the way he’d been spewing out poisonous words against both her and Brock, couldn’t be healthy for him either. She’d go and speak with Rick. Surely, he could see this wasn’t her choice either. She wasn’t his enemy. He n
eeded to be called on his attitude to young females in the company and females in general. Still, she didn’t want him to be ruined for life over it. People deserved a chance to change.

  So much had changed in her outlook on life in the past few weeks, whereas she’d been desperate to show how good a lawyer she was, to prove something to the world and ultimately herself, perhaps she should look into less egotistical work. Life shouldn’t be about a constant need to convince herself she was good enough. She was an awesome lawyer. No validation needed.

  She’d texted Bella on the way from the warehouse. She’d been there a whole twenty-four hours with Brock. She’d slept twelve of those. She’d put it down as jetlag since they’d only flown in from Paris yesterday morning.

  The BDSM session did indeed open her up, and his aftercare brought her back to a place of realization and clarity. Her life needed to change from the inside out. He’d been worried she wasn’t ready to go home and make these decisions. But Sarah felt clean inside and little sore on the outside, and the big hot tub here called her name. She was fine. Just normal. So she’d had kinky sex with the hottest man on earth, this didn’t have to mean anything.

  Bella was set to meet Sarah in their shared lounge room in an hour. She needed to run some of her ideas past her best friend and see if she was on track or way off base with her decisions. As much as her life had changed in the past few weeks, it had done so more in spite of her rather than because of her.

  Sarah needed that to change. She needed to be in control of her own destiny and her outcomes. No going back to live in Aversham, one of the lowest socio-economic areas in this city. Brock was right about that. She needed to present a complete professional appearance, especially if she was to source her own clients. But she didn’t need a ten-thousand-dollar-per-month apartment. Success just wasn’t success if it was handed to her before she’d had a chance to earn it.

  None of this felt real or right. A step back and re-evaluation was the best idea. The fairy tale was lovely. Well, parts of it were. The sex, definitely mind-blowing. But Brock was wound up as tight as a ball of hat elastic, and she was worried if he started to unravel there’d be a tangle so huge it would be impossible to fix.

  Sounded a lot like she’d felt inside over the five-million-dollar salary package and luxury apartment she now lived in. Sarah really had no clue why she felt that way before, but now, she knew it was linked to living the life she wanted, not the one she thought she should live.

  It was definitely a First World problem. People would be so grateful to have the career and wealth opportunities she’d been given, and yet she was throwing it away. So she’d better just get over it and get on with making her life the way she wanted it to be, minus a certain sexy and broken billionaire.

  Their whirlwind time together rolled through her mind. The memories still thrilled her, to be honest, and she was okay with that. It didn’t mean she needed him in her life. It just wasn’t meant to be. She’d asked him for space and to respect her need for time in the think tank. He’d told her he couldn’t guarantee that because he’d need to check in on her for aftercare. But she’d take care of herself and sort her shit out.

  She couldn’t fix everyone, so she’d better just fix herself before she worried about anyone else. It was time to forgive herself and see that what she brought to the table of life wasn’t anything to be ashamed of or disheartened over. Perhaps mending bridges with her parents was a little too much to hope for, but a civil conversation might be possible.

  Long enough to tell them how they’d hurt her. Not that she expected them to apologize, or even understand why they needed to, but it would be off her chest, and that had to help her move forward. The acknowledgement would move her life forward. What she needed was to start again and not let the hurt of the past overshadow her.

  She needed to forgive and let go. Unfortunately, Brock was now a part of the things she needed to let go. In a short time, he’d given her everything she’d ever dreamed of—but in the wrong format. She just didn’t think it was sustainable for them to have a relationship.

  A friendship, yes. But she needed to put her heart behind a wall because he wasn’t in a position where he could give his love and life freely to her, and that was something she couldn’t compromise on. One thing she did know was that a person only changed when they wanted to.

  Turmoil had been her whole lifestyle, on the inside. Always striving, always shooting higher, never thinking that what she had was ever enough. Sarah wanted more than anything to succeed at life. Not just in work. That was the easy part. Work and career she had within her control. It mostly pertained to how much she put in, how dedicated she was, how sharp she kept her mind.

  Her personal life had always been rife with complications. A tangled mass of emotions and hurt, of hope and disappointment, of joy and ultimately pain. She needed a man who was less complicated. One who worked hard, loved without measure, and was just easy.

  Sarah heard Bella come in, and she went into their shared lounge. “Yay! You’re here. Seems like forever since we talked.” Bella rushed up and hugged her tight.

  “I know. I went away with Brock and now you’ve been away for work. It’s been two weeks. I’m not sure that’s happened in the whole time we’ve known each other.” Sarah grinned.

  “Do not tell me we are growing up.” Bella grinned back and then hugged Sarah tight again before she held her back by the shoulders and looked her up and down. “You look different. Thinner, a little tired.”

  Sarah was a little sore from straining against the bindings, but she had no bruises. “It’s been a big fortnight. I’ve made some decisions I want to discuss with you.”

  “I’m pouring wine first. This can’t happen without wine.”

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  Bella pulled a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc out of the small refrigerator. “I feel like I’ve been flying all day. Most of it was waiting between flights.”

  “Hope the jetlag doesn’t hit too hard.”

  “I think the wine will help me control it.”

  “Story of our life. Although out of bottle now instead of a box.”

  It was great to laugh with Bella again, to know she could talk and Bella would understand.

  “So, these decisions, they involve Brock?”

  “Yes, in an indirect way. It’s not just about him. It’s about my life and how I’m handling it.”

  Bella gave her a large glass of wine and sat beside her on the sofa. “How is it with you two?”

  Sarah shrugged. “Complicated, intense, hard work.”

  “But you love hard work.”

  “I want to get myself sorted and get my own hard work done. Allowing Brock into my personal life is messy. I want simple and relaxed. I’ve asked him to give me space.”

  “I see.” Bella took a big sip.

  “You don’t agree?”

  “I know where you’re coming from, but you do get bored easily. Brock might be perfect.”

  “I can’t do it. I feel like I’m open now, like a big, gaping wound. I have to try and mend myself and heal a little. I can’t expect Brock to be a part of that.”

  “Maybe he wants to.”

  “Maybe he does, but his energy would be better off sorting out his own messy backyard.”

  “That bad?”

  “Only a lot. But we all have issues, right?”

  “For sure.” Bella looked like she never had an issue in the world. Something was going on with her, but Sarah knew Bella would tell her when she was ready.

  “I’m resigning my position in the company.” Sarah watched for her best friend’s facial expression.

  “Are you sure that’s wise?” Bella sipped again and frowned a little.

  “If it’s your job or losing this place you’re worried about, I’m sure it’ll work out.” Sarah went into defensive mode.

  “I’m not that shallow. I mean, it’s what you wanted for all this time. The thing you talked about non-stop was tha
t job.”

  Sarah sighed. “I know it sounds stupid. But it’s all been too easy, and I’m not feeling that I have the job through my own merits. It feels false somehow. Also the reasons why I wanted the job were egotistical. It’s not what I’d hoped it would be now that I’m in it.”

  “I guess with Rick carrying his bad blood so far, it’s bound to have a negative effect.”

  “It’s more than that.”

  “Because you and Brock are attracted to each other? Do you think he’s only given you the job because of that?”

  “Partially, yes. If the sex wasn’t involved, if I didn’t interact with him on a personal level in any way, I guess it would all seem more real.”

  “I think you’re selling yourself short, Sarah. You’re awesome at that job and you’re fabulous in the courtroom. Brock is great at making the right business decisions, and he chose you because you are the best he’s seen in a long time. He didn’t get to where he is thinking with his dick.”

  “That sounds good in theory.” Sarah took a sip of wine. Its liveliness sparkled on her tongue.

  “Why don’t you try keeping the job and rearranging the terms, only interacting on a professional basis?”

  “That’s the hard part. Being together and keeping it professional has been a major fail so far.”

  “Do you want to be with him?”

  “I’d love to be, in lots of ways. But what Brock is offering, the way he needs to be satisfied, I’m just not sure I can live that lifestyle. There’s just so much more to this. Every time things are going good and I think there might be a chance for us, something else pops up and I find he’s held back information he’s had plenty of time to share. I want a simpler life.”

  “What will you do if you leave there?” Bella topped her wine up.

  “I thought I’d rent an office, find some clients, and start my own practice.”

  “Risky. But I get it. It’s been a whirlwind few weeks and that’s scary. I wonder if there isn’t a way to compromise all of this.”

  “I’ve been trying to think of a way. Maybe with work, but being with Brock, his sexual preferences…I can’t do that. I can’t live as his submissive on a daily basis. It’s too intense.” Sarah knew she’d touched on some things she’d rather not think about in the warehouse. Long buried anger, resentment, and maybe even hatred. But while it was buried she could control it. Once it surfaced it scared her.