THE FEEL of Selena’s pretty pink lips swallowing my cock barely registers. It’s not that she’s not talented—her fist is wrapped around my base while her palm cups my sack, working me simultaneously. She’s one of the best in the industry and knows what I want. A quick, uncomplicated release, then to be left alone, but no matter how deep she takes me, my body refuses to respond. I have no shame in paying for what I want, which is anonymity. I’d tried casual hookups in the past, made it clear that it was a simple matter of physical needs, but they never failed to ask for more. I’m the heir to the Everette fortune—I can’t blame themfor trying. The only motivator stronger than greed is revenge. Which is why I switched to a service. No feelings, no awkward goodbyes, purely transactional. It had been the perfect solution and one I desperately needed today after Miss Hart brushed back her pale pink hair, leaned over the conference roomtable, pinned me with her fierce gaze, and demanded I pay attention to her. As if I wasn’t already. As if she wasn’t the entire reason I was in that meeting to begin with. Yes, I’m the owner of the Boston Bruins, but I’m the owner of a lot of companies, and I do not sit in PR meetings. I have people to do that. When I’d told my brother I was attending today, he gave me a knowing look. I told him to fuck off before he could get a single word out. Men in my position do not attend day-to-day meetings, but other men in my position aren’t obsessed with their pixie-like employees. She’s young and fresh with a spark of life I have no business coveting. I would ruin her the second I touched her. The blood that permanently stains my hands would coat her, slowly dirtying her every inch until it snuffed out her light. But fuck me, I wanted to reach over the table and capture her mouth when she’d hissed out, “Yes, Sir,” with one raised eyebrow. I’m not bothering to pretend that it wasn’t why I chose this spot for tonight’s activities. Selena pulls back with a pop, looking up at me with warm brown eyes I wished were pale green. “You okay? Am I doingsomething wrong?” “You’re fine.” I fist her hair and guide her back to my cock, determined to find my release. I focus on where Misty sat at the conference table. I picture the scene from this morning, only this time, I don’t wall off myemotions. This time, I stand, stalking around the table, and press Misty’s chest into its hard surface. Her flower-covered skirt slides easily over her hips as my palms wrap around her thighs, revealing her perfect ass. A groan rumbles in my chest, and Selena sucks me harder, knowing that it’s working. I can almost feel the sting of my palm as my hand lands hard on Misty’s round ass, leaving a perfect red print. I’ve wanted to mark her since the first day we met. She stood in the hall with both hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side. Her eyes were round, her chest rising and falling too fast to be normal, but she’d played it off and walked around me without a word. Fuck, it had taken willpower not to pull her back and slam her into the wall. I’d never responded to anyone the way I do her. I crave knowing the sounds she’ll make as I drive my cock hard inside her. I’d make her beg for more until she screams out my name as I sear myself into her soul. I moan through clenched teeth, hips pounding harder into Selena’s mouth, tension shooting down my spine. Every muscle tightens as my release builds painfully. I rock harder, and she takes me down masterfully, but it’s not enough. It’s not what my body craves. I grunt out in frustration, ready to pull her off my dick and give up on tonight, when the conference room door opens, and a gasp rings through the space