Because after this… she would be leaving me. No matter what I wanted, a contract was a contract, and I wouldn’t force anyone to stay by my side.

And I knew for a fact Addi still hated my guts. As she should. I had been reckless back then. Hungry for revenge without thinking of the people involved.

I deserved this.

In less than a week and a half, she would be gone, and I would be two million dollars poorer. But I didn't care about the money.

She was worth it all.

And between her legs, as the lights of the city shined in on us, I realized that there was no money I wouldn't spend to keep Addison Mercer by my side.

29

ADDISON

I had a dirty secret.

One so shameful that every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but cringe.

I, Addison Mercer, someone who hated Warren King with an unbridled passion… actually liked working for the man.

After seeing what went down with Nick at SecureLink, I started to pay more attention to the type of work Warren was doing with the other companies.

I still handled his emails.

He even moved a little side desk into his office so we could work together during the day.

It was weird, being so close to him after our crazed fucking. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and he met every one of my requests with eagerness. There were no more games between us.

“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good,” I moaned as I sunk down onto Warren’s cock. He was sitting in his office chair, his hands on my ass, keeping me steady.

Warren was a man who liked to take control, but he was also a man who liked to watch me squirm. He watched with a straight face as I fucked myself on his cock. The only evidence of how much he liked it was how hard he was inside me.

I was determined to make myself come.

I got off no less than three times before he usually did, and Warren seemed to be trying to set a record of how many times he could make me come in each session.

“Am I doing good, Daddy?”

That got to him. He let out a shaky breath, his thumb coming to brush against my clit as I bounced on him.

I gripped his shoulders, using them to steady myself as I switched from bouncing to grinding. A movement that made my sixth orgasm rears its head.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, babygirl,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver up my spine. “I know you want to milk my cock, but it’s going to be on my terms.”

I let out a whine and slowed my pace, biding my time.