Addicted to Her: One Night with My Alpha Boss

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le fidelity. Yet even after discarding five years of our shared history to secretly roll in bed wi

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the notification for several seconds to ensur

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ers to share real-time pheromon

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ths. Aside from my direct department head, Julian Vance, I had zero reason to interact with

l runways and commanding billions in global revenue. Under ordinary circumstances, an unbonded

red all historical retail records, which was the sole reason the reclusive C

tification flashed across o

o Conference Room 28 for an eme

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r tote, and sprinted toward the soaring gla

oward the central elevator bank and

Chloe Sullivan teased, looking me up and down with keen, sparkl

division. It was true; I despised stiff,

my collarbone. "To project an image of undeniable executive competence,

fully delivering a firm, congratulatory smack to my backside. "

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ing the breathless whim

a broad, manicured hand reached through the th

ass doors sl

sionalism. And stepping in right behind him was Winston Kensington,

sses resting on the high bridge of his nose, and the titanium Level VII scent co

essed our backs against the

rning to face the doors, positioning his massive frame direct

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lpha rolled off his broad shoulders in silent waves. The air inside the confined cab grew impossibly th

in of my scent gland began to prickle with sudden, traitorous he

ept from the back of my ne

to shoulder with the man who had torn my clo