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The Vault: Levi & Josie
The Vault: Levi & Josie
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For ten years, Levi Anderson has kept his hands off Josie, and for good reason. Crossing that line could cost him his best friend and the thriving real estate business they built together. So when Josie tracks him down at The Vault and asks him to be her Dominant, he should send her home. Immediately. Right? Cover art by @fabiola.millan_
The bass from the music thrummed through the walls of the Vault, a low pulse that matched the rhythm of the burlesque dancer on stage as she slowly peeled off a long silk glove. I took a sip of bourbon, letting the burn slide down my throat while I watched her work the crowd. Not bad. Talented, even. But she didn’t do it for me. “You’re brooding again.” Max Hartley’s voice cut through my thoughts. He sat to my right
I watched Levi move to the wall of implements, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. His back muscles rippled as he reached for a leather paddle, turning it over in his hands like he was assessing its weight. Then he grabbed something small and curved—a vibrator, I realized, the kind designed to attach directly to the most sensitive part of me. My breath hitched at the thought. But it was the third item that
Monday morning came too damn fast. I sat in the conference room at Platinum Properties, nursing my espresso and staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown San Diego. The view was impressive—we’d made sure of that when we’d leased the top floor of this building five years ago. Image mattered in luxury real estate. Our clients expected polish, sophistication, and success. We gave them all three. But right now, I wasn’t thinking about clients or commissions or the week
A week had passed since that night at my penthouse, and I still couldn’t get Josie out of my head. It wasn’t just the sex—though, fuck, the sex had been incredible. It was the way she’d looked at me afterward, curled up in my lap, wrapped in that blanket, her eyes soft and trusting. It was the conversation we’d had, the admission I’d made about wanting her for the past ten years. It was the realization that somewhere along the
I arrived at the office earlier than usual Monday morning, determined to do this before I could find a reason to put it off. I’d made my decision yesterday. Josie wasn’t going to be something I hid from the people who mattered to me. Noah was already there. Through the glass wall of his office, I could see him behind his desk, attention fixed on his computer, and I headed for his open door and knocked twice. Noah glanced up.