Quade Ravencroft has always kept his needs locked behind the doors of his corner office, but Charlotte Weston changes everything with one lowered gaze. During the high-stakes takeover, he claims free use of her whenever and however he desires, treating her as his good girl in moments stolen between contracts and conference calls. Her instinctive submission satisfies the control he craves yet awakens a terror of real attachment he thought he'd buried.

The thick forearms resting on acquisition folders and the curve of her throat reveal how close they are to crossing every line. As the vault seals them inside with his broad frame pressing close, the question of whether their Daddy arrangement can survive exposure hangs heavier than the city lights below.