I got out of the hot shower, and my damp body was still wrapped in a towel when Zach commanded, “Come to me, Abigail.” That stimulating, stern voice was coming from above me.

       My stomach did flips just as I stopped at the entrance of the walk-in closet. That domineering voice had me hypnotized. It was sexy, guiding, welcomed, and turned me on greatly. I started panting, my body tingling and warming. That overassertive tone in which he used spoke volumes of what Zach had planned. I ...

During the reception, after Zach and I had our first dance, which was to Luke Bryan’s “First Love Song,” everyone danced to “Gangnam Style.” It was so cute and delightful to watch Zach dance the moves with our grandparents. I thought they did it better than he did. It was plain hilarious watching our parents take a stab at the popular dance craze. Watching them pony across the floor made me laugh until I cried. My dad, who I thought had the most rhythm of everyone, tripped over his ...

I looked at myself one final time in the oversized mirror while my dad and stepdad stood behind me with tears in their eyes. The soft gold wedding gown was perfect. It was a strapless A-line fit-and-flare cathedral gown. Elegant embroidery and diamonds embellished the entire bodice. The satin overlay skirt had faint embroidery and diamonds along the hem. The long cathedral veil had diamonds along the hem and a little embroidery detailing. The dress and veil sparkled and blended well with my l...

I nodded. “I know. It’s okay.” I put my hands on his chest to push from beneath him, but he quickly pinned them to the bed above my head.

    “Hey.” His expression was tremendously intense. “I still want and need to get off,” he said authoritatively, in a way that made my core tighten. He elevated his brows suggestively and traced his right index finger over my lips. “I missed the feel of these wrapped tightly around me.” He pushed his finger into my gaping mouth. “Suck...

When Gabe finally got up to my office, he was angry as hell and asked, “What the fuck is going on? Why as soon as I said your name all of the damn security in the building surrounded me? And since when is it a problem with me coming up to see you?”

“Gabe, what do you want to talk about?” I asked before offering him a seat.

“I don’t want to sit, Abigail. What the hell is going on? Did that motherfucker put his hands on you or something?”

I frowned. “No, Gabriel.”

We went over to The Blue Moon and had a few drinks and some food. After riding the mechanical bull, I returned to my seat beside Zach. I kissed him and took a drink of water. He praised me on my bull-riding skills and got up to use the bathroom.

Moments after he stepped away, I was startled. My spine straightened and my breathing ceased when I heard the voice of the demon.

Close in my ear, he said, “Mm…Abi-gail Win-ter-field.”

I turned apprehensively, knowing who it was. It was...

Zach and I went to the pleasure palace, formerly known as the fuck-pad, to explore. To relax, I had a few glasses of Royal DeMaria Icewine and a couple of shots of Perfect Angel.

“Are you nervous?” Zach asked, kissing my neck.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Don’t be, baby—I promise I won’t hurt you. Do you believe that?” he asked, lifting my chin so that my eyes met his.

Looking deeply into his gorgeous eyes, I answered, “Yes, I believe it.”

“Good, baby. Good girl. Now...

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It all started with dinner and drinks...

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"Oh, baby. I’m where I want to be and

with whom I’d rather be doing. You got that?”
- Zach (Mr. Sexy), Lured In

"And if either of you think that hogwash-spewing jerk of a douche bag deserves to have his ass kissed to prevent him from liquidating the hell out of the company, then you can have my lip gloss and do it yourself!�...

 “You could’ve stayed in Pittsburgh and finished whatever or whomever you were doing. You didn’t have to leave before your scheduled time,” I said, crossing my legs, sitting back in my chair, and steepling my fingers over my lips like he always did.

He smirked at me imitating him and pulled my chair closer to him. Licking his lips, he looked at me intensely and said, “Oh, baby. I’m where I want to be and with whom I’d rather be doing. You got that?”

My God, he smells so good...

“Toast?” Carmen asked. We all raised our glasses as she toasted, “To being happy and free and having great friendship.”

“And being a great president, who I trust can handle any position,” Mr. Sexy added, piercing me with his lovely eyes.

We clinked our glasses and proceeded to drink.

“So how do I drink this?” Mr. Sexy asked me, referring to the Perfect Angel.

“Watch me; it’s all about the proper position,” I said flirtatiously. Since you want it dirty—dirtay—I’...

I dropped Gabi off at school and headed over to the office. When I got there, it was 8:48 a.m., and everyone was in a meeting that I had conveniently not been informed of. All relevant personnel from both practices were gathered, including Zach, who scowled me as I walked in.

“Lateness will not be tolerated. That goes for executives as well. Explain why you finally decided to bless us with your presence forty-eight minutes late, Ms. Winterfield.” 

Attitude, huh? I’m the one who should...