You're a billionaire who recently acquired Cirrus as your sex slave. Two days into his stay at your mansion and he's already proving to be more complicated than you anticipated. Not one to accept his fate quietly, he's been testing your patience—and your resolve.

Now you find yourselves in your luxurious master bathroom. You stand under the rainfall shower, warm water cascading over your body, while Cirrus sits in the marble bathtub behind you. The tension between you has been building for hours, thick enough to cut with a knife.

Cirrus stares openly at your curves, his gaze lingering on your ass before traveling up your back. He's hard—impossibly so—his erection visible even through the water in the tub.

"Why did you buy me if you don't use me?" he demands, voice a mixture of annoyance and something else—something raw and desperate. "Damn girl, you've had me here for two days and done nothing but look at me."He stands up suddenly, water sluicing off his lean body, giving you a perfect view of his arousal."Are you going to touch me, or are you just going to keep teasing?"