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The elevator descended, carrying us toward the night, toward more, toward everything.

I was done pretending that I could resist her. Now I just had to decide how to keep her. That was a problem for tomorrow.

Tonight, I was just going to enjoy the reward.

I took her home and gave her a night she would never forget, then held her while she slept, already planning tomorrow’s lessons. After all, good girls deserve to be rewarded.

And Avery had been a very,verygood girl.

CHAPTER 14

Avery

The next morning, I woke upin Callum’s bed very,verysore.

Last night had been utter bliss. As soon as we’d walked in the door, he’d walked me to his bedroom, stripped me completely naked, and immediately taken me over his knee. He gave me an even harder spanking than he’d given me earlier and left me begging before he’d fucked me even more roughly than he had over his desk. After that, he turned me over, chest down, ass up, and made me reach back to spread my own cheeks so that he could finish in my ass. I’d come so hard that I’d actually blacked out for a moment.

And that was only the beginning of the night.

I turned over in his bed and sighed. I ached, but it was a good ache, a reminder that I was his in every way and I couldn’t stop the smug smile on my face.

Then I noticed he was not there.

I sat up, the sheets falling away from my bare body. The room was quiet, the morning light just beginning to filter through heavy curtains. On the nightstand was a note in his distinctive handwriting.

Avery,

There is a breakfast tray in the kitchen. It is 6:15 a.m. I have an early meeting with the Hartwell team, and you need a few hours of rest before you return to the office at your usual start time.

You will eat the breakfast I prepared.

You will go to the office in the outfit I laid out for you.

You will come to the office on time. You will work at your newly assigned desk beside mine. If you’re a good girl for me, I will reward you at the end of the day.

Callum

P.S. If you touch yourself before I see you, there will be consequences. You know what happens to naughty girls.

My stomach flipped in that complicated way I was getting used to when he called me good girl or threatened consequences. I was wet instantly just from reading his note, but I also felt a rush of affection for the breakfast and the clear instructions.

I got up and found my way to the kitchen, naked, where a tray waited on the counter with coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. He even had a small vase with a single white rose next to the tray. I smiled to myself, eating the breakfast quicklyat the table in the breakfast nook, then took the tray back to the kitchen and went to find the outfit he’d laid out for me.

In the master closet,I found clothes neatly arranged onthe center island. There was a pink silk blouse with pearl buttons, a light gray A-line skirt, nude stockings with a garter belt, and black pumps with a modest heel. The garter belt made me bite my lip—intimate and sexy without being obvious to anyone who didn’t know what was beneath my skirt.I quickly noticed that there was only a bra. There were no panties.

Of course not.

He wanted me at his mercy all day. Wanted me to remember that I was his even during meetings. Wanted me to feel the air against my bare pussy and stay wet for him.

I dressed carefully, enjoying the ritual of it. The stockings slid up my legs smoothly, the garter belt settling around my waist. The skirt was snug, the silk blouse soft against my skin. I put on the heels and looked in the mirror, blushing at what I saw.

I looked professional, elegant even, but I also looked like a woman who belonged to someone. There was something in my eyes—a softness, a satisfaction—that hadn’t been there before.

That something was Callum’s doing.

I left his apartment at 8:30, taking the car that was waiting for me to the office. The whole ride, I squirmed in my seat, the material of my skirt brushing against my bare pussy, reminding me that I wasn’t wearing panties. By the time I arrived at Rowe Tower, I was flushed and aroused.

Benjamin was at his desk when I stepped off the elevator. He looked up, his expression unreadable as he took in my outfit.