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Murmured voices in a back rooan to pound against his pecs, against his bones, the ribs desperate to expand enough to accommodate the swell of his need This need was different, not driven by the blood that rushed to his southern parts, but rather blood that pu a deep, soulful desire to spend his re a life with Lydia was all that inning with her Could Michael Bournham take over and make a lifetime happen?

Her for hallway, and her shoulders told hih, her breasts resting beautifully above the swell of her waist and hips She wore a soft, blue flannel set of pajas with her, coffee at the breakfast table, lounging in bed reading the paper Bed A day in bed with her could get hiin her bed, of the invitation to enter her world as much as he had entered her body, all snapped shut the second she opened her mouth

"No ca"

Mike The way she said his name with such acid tones forced a hot ball of lead into his belly, choking his throat Only she could have this effect on hiain, he’d never o viral After a billion people watch youher dae

Silver hair followed by China-blue eyes filled the roo all the blood in her body rush to her V There stood Michael Bournharay t-shirt, made from an impossibly fine fabric, and jeans that looked painted on by Michelangelo hi from a strap around his neck, and his look was of such intensity that the rest of the worldconverged into one, simple atom

Them

"Lydia," he said, and his voice see In her heart she knew this was Matt Matt Jones The saly liked, then pined for, and finally subo, aside froe reaction her body and brain elicited, electric thru a frequency that pounded away at her pulse, her thoughts, her heart

Being Michael Bournha Her hands had stroked this man Her mouth had kissed thisand urgent and fevered and hot, pushing and bucking for more of him

His skin was the saht places In the closet, in the elevator, in his office, in her own da between tender and coarse with powerful caresses, the ability to shift froift

Metae touch so easily, why not identity?

Who had she really fucked, after all? Ah That was the 64,000 question

Aiher, Lydia

The billion-dollar question Everyone knew about Michael Bournham's quest for his billion-dollar euys to senior vice-presidents, the austerity hteen ned in his blood, practically, with the board of directors hadstories in The Econo Stone had done a feature on him and his ballsy move

What part did she play in this race to drive profits high enough to win his bet? A viral sex tape ht smear his reputation, but in the end he'd just be labeled a bad boy, another renegade playboy rolling inthe Bournha branding by a socialher on camera ell…

Priceless

Priceless precisely because she had no price tag What he had done happened with her full consent--the physical act, that is

The taping?

That violated her to the bone

"I a with euys like Michael Bournham were never nervous They were in coht? Letting the every second of his tiiant ruse, Matt Jones’ attraction to her, his intensity in the elevator, those warm arms around her in the supply closet, hother to ecstasy What else was on tape? In soether more film of their intimate encounters, ready to run on the E! channel? Would she be the subject of a Toshto be The Daily Show’s Moment of Zen?

Sorry? He was sorry? If Michael Bournhareat she would be "sex-tape girl" well into her golden years, the subject of ridicule on Fark, SoAwful, Reddit and beyond, then she really only had one choice, as he watched her, eyes hawk like and predatory, clearly here with one purpose: to win her over

Her choice, though, was to stay the course What she needed to do was to follow his final order as her boss

To et what you wanted?" she asked, struck by how different he was from Matt Jones--and yet, this was the sa to be confused As if Michael Bournhaa about," she said