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“Don’t test me, sweetheart.” Zayden’s voice was husky. “If you need to come, your boss is more than capable of making you scream.” “Feel what you do to me, Jocelyn.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against the thick length straining in his slacks. “I’d never been with my boss before…” I’d heard of women breaking under men like him, the kind of orgasms that left you shaking for days. Just thinking about it made me tremble. “We’ll be going easy on you, baby,” he said, eyes devouring me like prey. “God, you’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to taste you.” I couldn’t stop the moan that tore out of me. “I want… all of you. Now.” I spread my legs wider and begged for it. Chapter 1 POV Jocelyn “Shit, shit, SHIT—” The words tear from my throat like a battle cry. My heel catches the elevator threshold like it’s personally offended by my existence. I’m airborne for exactly two seconds. Papers explode from my death grip like the world’s saddest confetti. My coffee launches across pristine marble flooring that probably costs more per square foot than I make in a month. My dignity? Already dead and buried six feet under. I hit that floor like a meteor strike, and somewhere in the distance, I swear I hear the universe laughing. “Smooth, Jocelyn. Real fucking smooth.” I’m scrambling on hands and knees, chasing scattered documents across marble that’s so polished I can see my own mortified expression reflected back at me. This is it. This is how I lose the only job that could save Mia’s life—face-first on the 43rd floor of some corporate palace that screams money and intimidation from every surface. “Ma’am, are you—” “I’m fine!” The words snap out harder than I intended, but panic makes me sharp-edged. The secretary behind the massive desk looks like she’d rather call security than acknowledge my existence. Her nameplate gleams in gold letters: Patricia. “Just… me versus physics. Physics won, I guess.” I’m hauling myself upright, while my hands won’t stop shaking, and it has nothing
