Until I Find You

Fake-dating my assistant was never part of the plan. But then again, neither was falling for her for real…
I thought leaving Wall Street to start my own coffee business would be a piece of cake.
I never wanted an assistant, let alone one as feisty and bossy as this one.Camilla Graff can rile me up on a good day, and those amber eyes of hers and that never-ending attitude definitely do not help.I should have never brought her to Hawaii with me.
I should have never asked her to fake-date me to appease my mother. And I sure as hell shouldn’t have shared a room with her.
Now, I know that she can be very submissive behind closed doors, and I do not mind wielding that kind of control…
She is the only woman who’s ever made me feel this way. And that’s before I find out that she’s carrying my baby…

“Be a good girl and look at me.” 

Electric pulses warm my core. What the F.. is he doing calling me a good girl? Trying to make me a mess? 

Of course, he is. If he knows I moaned his name with my fingers delved between the lips of my pu.s.y, he knows what one ‘good girl’ will do to
me. 

It will destroy me. But all I’ve ever wanted to be is a good girl. If this is my only opportunity to have that with Seth, I will take it. 

I lift my chin, my mouth sealed closed. I will wait for his instruction. Be obedient. Listen. 

I’ll be so good. For him. Like I’ve always wanted. 

“Let me ask again.” His voice is so calm and steady it’s hard to imagine how much
power he’s exerting keeping me up against the door.

“How often do you say my name when you touch yourself?” 

“Very often,” I say, my voice ragged and quiet. 

“Louder, Bridget.” 

I swallow, get my strength. “Very often.” 

“Were you saying my name earlier today?” 

It’s not fair for him to ask another question. But this isn’t about fairness. It’s
about finally serving him. His purpose. His desire. I want nothing more.

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?”  

I blink. I have heard what he is called at the Underground. Master Carlton.

Master.

I have never used the word for anyone. I have wanted to. 

But with him, it doesn’t feel right. It’s what everyone else calls him. And I don’t
want to be like everyone else. I want to be his good girl, yes, but not just
another one. I want to be his best girl.