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She taught me how to be the perfect Dom for her ... then told me she didn't want me. I didn't know what to expect when I was promoted to the executive wing at my job, but I never expected Olivia Lucero. >I've always called it my dark devil, but Olivia sees it as a flower to be nurtured. She brings something devious out of me. Something empowering. I barely recognize myself when I'm with her, and we make the perfect mess together. But there are rules to this game we're playing. It's just a Dom/sub dynamic. Just sex. No matter our chemistry. No matter how perfect our depravity is. I am not allowed to fall for her ... my teacher ... my submissive. But I'm breaking. The more we work together, the more I struggle to keep her rules intact. During the day, she's my boss. At night, I'm hers ... and I want more. Our company is on its last legs, and we're supposed to save it together. But how can I save the company when I can't save myself from her? TROPES: BDSM Afraid to commit Boss/Employee Older woman/younger man Office romance He falls first