Undulate (Alchemy, #2)

by Elodie Hart

Knowing you were on the same team as someone else, that another human had your back and was your biggest, loudest, most steadfast cheerleader forever and ever became less a blessing and more a given as the years wound on. Until death do us part.

The bottom line is that kink is always good for the bottom line.

Slave Night. It’s like I’m eight years old again, and Cal’s just said Disneyland or Barbie Dream House.

Both my father and stepfather set up generous-verging-on-insane trust funds which keep me in Balenciaga very nicely, thank you. But I do have an actual brain somewhere, and I like to exercise it.

and I can’t tell you why this does stuff to my pussy that shouldn’t be allowed at nine-thirty in the morning, that my admittedly porno little speech has ignited something deep inside him. A side he keeps very carefully hidden. A side he’d rather die than surrender to. Hmm. We’ll see about that. I’ve always known it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

Oh fuck. That’s not good. I keep my distance from that little she-devil and her siren’s call as much as I possibly can at work.

I’m the kind of woman who intellectually finds having a praise kink pathetic and in reality fucking loves this stuff.

I need him to fuck me in two.

I want to make his pain go away, and not just in the bedroom. (Or his desk.) (Or the shower.)

But I have a feeling she’ll still leave unfinished cups of tea everywhere and sing the whole fucking time and drive you up the wall. Because I’m mean like that. You didn’t think I’d leave you in peace, did you?

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