“Kink.club’s 97% success rate says yes. You are.” He brushed a stray hair off my cheek. “And I’ve always known it.”
I had too. I didn’t even have to sign up to kink.club.com to know he was my match.
“It wasn’t just my guilt over your dad that made me keep thinking about you over the years,” he continued. “It was you. Always you.”
His words melted over me, and I sank into them with a smile. But my smile froze. A sudden thought forced its way into my head, and I blurted it out just so I wouldn’t have to taste its bitter edge. “Is that why you hired me?”
“No.” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. “I got the textafterI hired you. But it’s up to you if you want to stay here. With me. You can leave at any time, leave both me and the company if anything makes you uncomfortable. I can even transfer you to another department or branch. It’s all up to you. But if you stay...” He fingered the buttons on my shirt, his breath warming my cheek. “We’ll be putting that reward system of yours to the test.”
I shivered, enjoying the sound of that. We’d have to put ourselves on a strict schedule so we could get actual work done. Maybe put up a Do Not Disturb sign.
I couldn’t see how I could walk away from any of this. Great pay, generous benefits, an outdoor oasis on the bottom floor, interesting, relevant-to-my-degrees work away from most people, a sexy boss I’d been in love with most of my life, and incredible, kinky sex with him all over his office. How could I go wrong with all of that?
Cyrus must’ve guessed my answer from my expression because his face lit up and he chuckled, a pleasant sound I could get used to hearing.
I pressed my lips against his smile. “I’ve already been bound to you. I think I’d like to stay that way.”
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