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was more deeply entrenched than ever.
    It had been easy to make Karen shut her mouth. She’d signed a nondisclosure agreement at their settlement hearing, and Marcus had given her enough money to ensure she would never have to work another day in her selfish life.
    For a while it had left a black mark on him and the Worthington group. During that time, Carrie never judged him, never treated him any differently. On occasion, Marcus had even heard her coming to his defense with employees who felt they had the right to comment on his personal life.
    He’d never commented on Karen’s accusations, some of which were true, most of which were not. The press had a field day though, branding him a pervert and deviant until the next scandal took the front pages. He was grateful for Carrie; she was his rock. He knew he could always count on her.
    He’d fucked up Saturday night at the club and she’d made him pay for it every day this week. Now she was leaving the company, and more importantly leaving him behind. His stomach knotted at the mere thought of not seeing her big brown doe eyes every morning. He’d miss the sight of her generous ass twitching away from him in a huff whenever he disagreed with her.
    Marcus smiled. He’d always been attracted to her, even before the divorce, but he wasn’t a cheat. He also had his own strict code about getting involved with employees. That belief had prevented him from acting on his impulses more than once where Carrie was concerned.
    Finding her at Velvet Ice last Saturday had only made his fantasies that much hotter. Every night and a good part of every day since their confrontation at the back of the building, Marcus dreamed of following through on what he’d inadvertently triggered.
    The absolute craving to have her, his way.
    He ached to show her all the things she claimed she wanted, to make her feel so good, so satisfied. His cock jumped at the memory of her scent, vanilla and musk. Her very own aroma, signaling her arousal. The mere memory of her scent assaulted his senses and demanded that he claim her. He’d do anything to have that scent on his body, on his sheets.
    He was crazy. After the number Karen did on him, he had no intention of getting serious ever again. Trust. His had been shattered by a woman who was supposed to have loved him. He’d never be able to give himself completely to another woman, and he was completely okay with that. But he wanted Carrie, and he wanted to be the one to train her. Not someone like Dorian Jenner. Jenner was a good enough guy but not good enough for Carrie.
    The knot in his stomach expanded as he realized that she was no longer going to be his employee. Tapping his pen on the desk, he went over the possibilities that little fact might open up to him.
    A plan began to take form and he felt nervous excitement for the first time in years. Anticipation crawled along his nerves as his wicked thoughts heated the blood flowing through his body.
    She wanted to be a submissive? Then she would be his sub. He would train her, starting tonight and for as many nights as they could stand. Marcus knew deep down that any knowledge of submission Carrie had was peripheral at best. He wasn’t about to leave her fantasy to another male, one who may not have the same kind of ethics as Marcus did.
    First, though, he needed to make sure she was open to the idea. That Carrie fully understood what it meant to be in his bed. There must be no doubt in her mind; her acceptance had to be one hundred percent. He’d been down the road of deception and betrayal with Karen, and he didn’t plan on ever going there again.
    He and Carrie had a mutual attraction, Marcus was sure of that. Before the night at the club, he’d noticed how she watched him when she thought he wasn’t looking. How her nipples would tighten against her silk blouse when she stared at him too long. Her attraction was confirmed Saturday night. With his thigh wedged tight between hers, he’d felt