I sigh, hating that what I’m about to propose goes against everything in me. “If you help me, then I promise that in return, I will not break apart your father’s company and sell it off in sections as I originally planned. Instead, King Corporation will become a financial partner with Buchanan Industries. And as a bonus, I’ll make sure Yamada Enterprises strikes up a deal with your father’s company directly.”

A wicked smile lights up Margo’s face as she stands up and sticks her hand out to me. “You’ve got yourself a deal, baby.”

Internally, I cringe, but I know I have to look at the bigger picture in this situation. Losing this deal with Buchanan Industries is going to hurt like a motherfucker, but losing control of my company will hurt a lot fucking worse.

I stand and then walk around the desk in order to take her hand in mine. Immediately, the warmth of her touch causes my heart to pound a little harder in my chest as my body craves to get my hands on more of her soft skin.

I lick my lips as my eyes flit down to her mouth. “I’ll expect you to be at my house, suitcase in hand, by seven sharp.”

“Excuse me?” Margo instantly attempts to pull away from my grasp, but I don’t let her go. “You didn’t say a thing about me living with you.”

I cock my right eyebrow as I stare down at her. “Married couples generally live together.”

“Yes, but typically those people like each other,” she growls as she pulls again to break free of me.

A smirk crosses my face. “Are you saying that you don’t like me?”

“I despise you,” she hisses.

Whenever Margo gets into bitch mode, it triggers something in me that’s so insanely attracted to her that I can barely contain myself. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I have her by the nape of the neck and am crushing my lips to hers.

At first her eyes widen, but she doesn’t fight me a bit. As a matter of fact, it seems to turn her on. Because the next thing I know, her hands are in my hair and our bodies are pressed so close I can feel the curve of her tits against my chest.

I spin Margo around and push her ass against my desk. A loud crash echoes through the room as I shove all the paperwork from my desk to the floor.

I grip her hips as she shoves my jacket off my shoulders. “I’ve thought about fucking you on this desk since the first time I saw you.” She moans into my mouth as I slide my hand between her thighs until my fingers trace the silky material of her panties. “I’ve missed the taste of this sweet pussy on my tongue. Just think about how fun this is going to be when we get to my apartment tonight.”

I’m unable to resist the urge to touch her. She tosses her head back, and I seize the opportunity to nip at her earlobe and inhale her sweet perfume. My cock jerks inside my slacks, and I want nothing more than to take her right here. Right now.

I shove the silk material of her panties out of the way and slide my index finger against her swollen clit. “Always so wet, Margo. I love that about you.”

With my free hand, I hitch her leg around my waist so I can spread her wide and work her into a frenzy.

“Oh, that’s it,” she moans as I continue my assault on her pussy. “Alexander . . .”

The way she says my name—all breathy while she’s on the verge of orgasm—nearly makes me come in my pants. This woman has no idea how much she turns me on.

“Come for me, Margo,” I order, needing to watch her as she lets go.

She lets out a cry that I’m sure the rest of the office would hear had she not buried her face into the crook of my neck. Her entire body shakes against me as I flick her click and she comes hard.

The heat of her breath warms the skin on my neck. Desperately needing my own release, I pull back and stare into her eyes. “Now, it’s time for you to get on your knees for me.”

As the words leave my mouth, a sharp pain slices through my bottom lip as Margo bites me just a little too hard. She shoves me away from her and then smacks me square in the face.

I rub my cheek, completely confused. “What the fuck was that for?”

Margo’s nostrils flare as she draws back to smack me again. This time, I catch her by the wrist before she can make contact with my face. “Stop it! Jesus!”

She yanks her arm out of my grasp and straightens her skirt. “I don’t like to be used. I thought I made it perfectly clear when we were in Vegas that I’m not going to be one of your hired hookers. If you think the deal we just made changes that, then you’re sorely mistaken. Married or not, I am not some little slut for you to use whenever you feel like it.”

She doesn’t give me a chance to say another word. She turns on her heel and storms out of my door, slamming it so hard in the process that one of the pictures falls off the wall.

I stand there with my mouth agape like a fucking idiot. For once in my life, I’m at a fucking loss for words. The thought of using her in that manner never crossed my mind, but now that she’s put it out there, having Margo Buchanan around as my live-in sex slave doesn’t sound so bad.

Margo

AT SIX THIRTY ON THE dot, the car that Alexander promised has arrived to pick me up. On the way to his place gives me time to think. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to survive living at his place. That man . . . he has a way of getting to me unlike any other person I have ever met. Every time he speaks to me, he evokes so many emotions within me. I have a hard time figuring out how to deal with them, considering my stupid body always seems to want to go against everything my highly educated brain is screaming not to do. I can’t believe I kissed him.