Ethan woke up the following morning with a deep soreness in every muscle and a confusing ache in his chest. The memory of last night's dinner meeting still burned behind his eyes. Being tied down and used while the women casually discussed multimillion-dollar deals in front of their investors had pushed him further than he had ever imagined. Yet the most intense part was not the public humiliation or the endless rotations of their bodies on his. It was the way Sophia had looked at him. The softness in her eyes when she rode him slowly. The gentle way she had stroked his hair afterward.
He wanted more of her. Not just her body. Her.
He showered quickly and prepared breakfast with extra care. When the women entered the dining room, his eyes immediately found Sophia. She wore a deep burgund
