I am the only woman who ever walked away from Wynn Ainsworth.
Then the league sold his club, and the deal that saves my family put me back inside his building.

He has a faint scar at his collarbone and a voice he never has to raise.
He wrote the terms himself, including the one about where I have to be standing.
Two nights ago he bound my wrists with his necktie and took me over the bench in the empty room.
No discussion. He straightened his collar and gave me a time for tomorrow.

That is the shame of it. Not the tie. That I was down there early.
He says my name in a corridor and my whole plan for leaving goes thin.

The deadline is close and he has picked the room.
Bind my wrists. Bend me over. Take his time. Mark me as his again where everyone works.
A rival executive is hunting for exactly this, my family loses everything without the deal, and I go down there anyway.
I left him once to keep myself. He is taking that back a night at a time.
What is left of me when the deadline passes? What is left of me if I walk out twice?

A full-length second chance possessive claiming and wrist bondage erotic novel featuring a stubborn businesswoman and the star athlete who owns the terms.