30 parts Ongoing He's a cold, ruthless billionaire CEO. She's the sharp-mouthed academic who wants nothing to do with him. Too bad he's already decided she's his.
Maggie never planned to fall into bed-literally-with Carter Gram. One minute, she's calling out his entitled behavior. The next, he's wrecking her headboard and her entire ability to think straight.
He's arrogant, bossy, and too damn hot for anyone's good.
She's sarcastic, grounded, and determined not to become another one of his toys.
This billionaire doesn't just want her submission.
He wants everything.
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New voicemail.
Same number.
I blinked.
Then pressed play.
"Maggie..."
His voice was rougher now. Guttural. Feral.
"I should be asleep right now. But I'm hard, aching, and completely fucked in the head because of you."
My breath hitched. A wave of heat crashed through me.
"All I can think about is the way your lips would feel wrapped around my fingers. Around my cock."
I froze. Holy shit.
"You drive me fucking crazy... You sit there with that sweet, innocent professor act... But I see it. The way your thighs press together when I get too close."
My hand slipped under the blanket. My breath was shaky, chest rising fast.
"I want to ruin you, Maggie. Not just once. Slowly. Thoroughly. Every single night..."
My fingers skimmed over the waistband of my sleep shorts. God, I was soaked.
I grabbed my vibrator from the drawer like I was possessed. Flicked it on low.
"Touch yourself tonight. Do it thinking of me... Imagine how much better it'll feel when it's my fingers. My mouth. My cock."
A whimper escaped me before I could stop it. My back arched, thighs trembling.
I pressed the vibrator against my clit, still listening to him in my ear-his voice thick with desire, commanding, dangerous.
"You'll be mine, Maggie. So fucking real, you'll beg me not to stop."
I was begging.
Silently.
Desperately.
My hips rocked, heat spiraling tighter and tighter until-
"Carter," I gasped out, head thrown back.
