Addicted to Her: One Night with My Alpha Boss

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as lying in a massi

ometric coffered ceiling above me. Last night had been the flagship collection's celebrati

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n, scorching wave of heat rushing through my

tom friction of burning skin, the breathless pants muffled against the crook of my neck, the ruthless, iron clamp of his large hands pinning my hips to the mattress-it

ermath of an unsuppressed S-class Alpha rut-dense, freezing Siberian cedar tangl

I needed to get out of this dangerous terri

dwood floor. The delicate fabric had been completely shredded down the front seam, the pearl buttons ri

even be w

nd tossed the r

red charcoal skirt suit with a high standing collar. I slipped into it in a hurry. It was definitely not my usu

bathroom, I caught sight of myse

e skin directly over my scent gland was unbroken. There was no perman

eneath my c

ruised bites, and lingering friction burns trailed across t

ompliment this man on h

discipline to keep his teeth off my scent gland, keeping my neckline completely spot

tiff collar of the suit to cover the bur

ipped of any lived-in warmth. It did not look like

oak door and stepped i

it was a priv

c glass overlooking the Hudson. And sitting right in the center of the le

ones over his ears, lounging on the sofa with an ergonomic pillow propp

on the parquet, he slowly li

other than my supreme corpora

ashion empire? The man who wore a Level VII titanium scent collar to boa

a total joke. He had not been practicing discipline; he had acted like

my lips parting to speak,

he said, his deep baritone g

ntly, knowing full well what

aid calmly. "Have

rm glass of honey water across the marble table, nudging it toward

he loose silk lapel of

ng the violent, inflamed crimson scratches and teeth marks running across his throat and collarbone. If the video

so hot it felt

my nails when his S-class pheromones h

lightly, I sat down on the absolute edge of the sofa, keeping as much distan

e warm honey water to soothe my parc

Manhattan for being ice-cold. Cold

ked a titanium

ed into the wrong

retly entangled with my former friend Audrey Reynolds. The sheer nausea and humiliation had

I had tangled with my own CEO was a catastrophic nightmare. How could a razor-sharp Alpha mistake who had stumble

y to kill the feed, and shut the laptop. He finally picke

meal. "I did not know it was your first time. In

e clinical tone he used during annual shareholder res

outhful of water, the red flush instantly r

ex Alpha really need to conduct a

d, not sparing my embarrassment a single glance. "Wait u

g in medical specialists. Was he terrified that my unbonded Omega system

the glass in one gulp,

ith efficient speed, sett

tion review at headquarters today. I wi

Lord Winston, I can take the subway or hail a

lk shirt. He lifted his slate-gray eyes sligh

e for not performi

, my heart hammered vio