The Dominant's Game, Under his spell. (Age gap novel +18)

Now it's time to spoil you rotten.

Emily rolled off Alex's body, still feeling the aftershocks of their lovemaking so intense that it still reverberated through her. She lay beside him, breathing quite heavily, her body wet with thin rivulets of sweat. She turned her head to the side to look at him; with his skin glistening in the dim light of the room, he looked so darn sexily impeccable. His muscles seemed to shimmer in definition, glistening as he took each deep breath.

Alex ran a hand through his damp hair, and his chest heaved up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. Reaching across to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and started tapping something on it.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked, curiosity etched in the tone.

"Making an appointment for you," Alex replied without missing a beat.

Emily's eyes flew open in surprise. "You can do that?"

He turned to her and smiled, "I own some shares in a hospital. I'll be able to fast-track your case to the doctor." His voice was clear, very boss-like, still typing away, "Let me have your ID. I need your info.".

She handed over her ID, and the tips of their fingers brushed against each other, sending a charge through her. Her head sank onto his chest; warm skin beneath her cheek, a steady thudding of his heartbeat soothed her. She listened as he spoke with whomever was on the other end—deep voice rumbling through his chest—and reassured her she was safe and cared for.

Alex's voice was soft and in control while he relayed her information to whoever was on the other end of his call. "Yes, I need an appointment for Emily Collins. It's urgent. Yes, she is here with me. No, she can come in tomorrow. Thank you." The call ended, and he returned his phone to the nightstand.

Gratitude welled up inside her chest along with a great deal of love for him. She nuzzled her cheek across his chest while her fingers traced the contours of his muscles. "Thank you, Alex," she whispered.

He looked down at her, his eyes softening. "Anything for you, sweetheart," he murmured as his hand moved through her hair. "I told you, I'm going to take care of you."

She closed her eyes, lulled a moment by a feeling of contentment. His breathing was steady and comforting, his warm body a comfort, his deep voice soothing. She felt herself slip away, lulled into peace by security and comfort.

She couldn't help but lie there, reflecting on the events of the past couple of days: the fierce, passionate nights they'd shared, how he made her feel so treasured and wanted—now, in control of her very well-being. It was overwhelming, the positive sense of the word.

Alex's hand continued to stroke her hair, his fingers gentle yet firm. "You're mine, Emily," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to take care of you in every way possible."

She smiled against his chest, feeling her heart full. "I'm yours," she whispered back, feeling a deep sense of belonging.

They lay in silence, his promise settling over her like a warm blanket. The room was filled with the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets as they shifted slightly. She felt her body relax to its fullest extent against his, drifting off to sleep.

Just as she was dozing off to sleep, Alex's voice broke the silence. "Tomorrow, we'll see the doctor. I will make sure everything is in order."

She nodded her head, heavy with sleep. "Okay," she murmured, her words barely above a whisper.

He kissed the top of her head; his lips warm against her skin. "Sleep well, sweetheart."

She let herself fall into a deep, serene sleep, knowing that her body and soul were at peace because Alex was there to protect her. The future remained in the balance, but with Alex, she felt ready to face whatever lay ahead for both of them.