I lick my lips and lift the lid to the last box. It’s the largest, and I pull out a silk, strappy dress. The waist fits like a corset, and the rest is see-through chiffon.

“Holy fuck.” I stand up and drape it over me. I thought it was black; it’s not though. It’s a deep, dark sapphire that shimmers in the sun, and by far the most gorgeous dress I’ve ever owned. All of this had to have cost him a fortune. I know he’s rich, but still.

After I place the dress back in the box, I sit down to eat some more pineapple and start my transformation.

I have zero idea where he is taking me, but I intend to look the best I ever have.

A ripple of adrenaline snakes up my spine. Reaching for my boxes, I step back into my room and drop them on the bed.

A small card falls out of one.

“Oh God,” I whisper as I open it, my hand slightly shaking.

Raven,

Do you dare?

I flip it over, but that’s it.

Do I dare? Dare what? The dress? Him? All of the above? I drop it. Again, that ripple of adrenaline, maybe unease about what’s happening, fills me as I walk into the bathroom and strip off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

I smile.

He’s just so nasty.

Exciting.

And for the first time ever, I do dare.

Chapter Eight

JETT

“Mr. Powers?” Rebecca’s voice comes in through the speaker.

“Yes?”

“A Ms. Stewart is here.”

“Thank you, Rebecca, send her in, and you can take off early.” I grin. The reason I’m in a good mood is here.

I didn’t jerk off in the shower I took a few minutes ago, nor did I excuse myself at my daily meeting to relieve my blue balls. No, I adjusted myself, letting my hard cock ache and throb, knowing the longer I wait the more pleasure I’ll get.

My mind goes to that first thrust. She was tight and wet and hot. I felt that virgin barrier rip, and it was as though I were possessed after that.

Best fuck I’ve ever had.

And I’ve fucked a lot of women. Still, I hope she’s fine when I’m done. I’m not a man who confuses great sex with love.

But I do like spoiling her. She kept a smile on my face all day. It’s the least I can do until Rachel comes back.

Rachel.

It’s funny, when Raven asked me if I had guilt, it was an automatic no. To have guilt you need to know that you’re doing something wrong and actually care enough about that person to experience that feeling.

I don’t have that with my fiancée.