To the world, I am the untouchable CEO of Aurora Holdings. To my husband, Owen, I am a goddess to be worshipped from a distance. But worship doesn't keep me warm at night. I was starving for a man who could handle my fire, not just admire it. No matter how upset my husband gets.
Then Nathaniel Blackstone arrived.
He came as a delivery driver, a rugged wall of muscle and arrogance who looked at me not as a CEO, but as a woman in desperate need of a master. He didn't ask for permission to enter my home; he claimed it. He didn't ask to share my bed; he conquered it.
And my husband? Nathaniel didn't see a rival. He saw a wimp to be bullied.
