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Chloe updated her Instagram story, flashing a diamond-studded smile at the camera. She'd just returned from a luxurious weekend getaway at the Hamptons with her husband, Jack, but she barely remembered any of it. Her mind kept drifting back to...no, she couldn't think about that.

She took another selfie, pouting seductively as the flash blinded her baby blues. At 22, she had the world at her feet. A Playboy bunny turned billionaire's bride, she was living the dream. So why did everything feel so...flat?

A knock on the door startled her out of her reverie. "Come in," she called out, tucking a strand of platinum blonde hair behind her ear.

Her bodyguard, Mark, entered the room. Tall, dark, and drop-dead gorgeous, he looked like he'd stepped straight out of a Marvel movie. Chloe felt a familiar flutter in her stomach as his emerald eyes met hers.

"Mrs. Hartley, your husband requested that I accompany you on your shopping trip today," Mark said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

Chloe bit her lip, letting her gaze roam over his muscular frame. "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to...pass the time."

Mark's jaw clenched, but he didn't respond. He'd been hired to protect Jack's young wife, not to be her toy. But God, the things she made him think about...

They drove to Rodeo Drive in tense silence, the sexual tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Chloe squirmed in her seat, her lace panties damp with arousal.

At Neiman Marcus, she grabbed armfuls of designer dresses and shoes, deliberately rubbing up against Mark's hard body as they shopped. "This one matches your eyes," she purred, holding up a silk blouse. "What do you think, baby?"

Mark's eyes flashed with warning, but he said nothing. Chloe pouted and flounced off to the fitting room.

She tried on dress after dress, each one skimpier than the last. She emerged in a sheer lace negligee, her dusky nipples visible through the delicate fabric. "Mark, what do you think?" she asked breathlessly.

He swallowed hard, his erection straining against his slacks. "Mrs. Hartley, please. This isn't appropriate."

Chloe sauntered over to him, swaying her hips seductively. "Oh, I think it's very appropriate," she breathed, pressing her body against his. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You want me just as badly as I want you."

Mark groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "We can't. It's wrong."

"Shhh," Chloe murmured, kissing his neck. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret."

She nipped at his earlobe, and he lost all control. With a growl, he lifted her onto the fitting room counter and spread her thighs. "You want this?" he snarled. "You want me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in?"

"Yes!" Chloe cried, already grinding her hips against him. "God, yes!"

Mark ripped her flimsy panties off and buried his face between her thighs. He lapped at her dripping pussy, savoring her sweetness as he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.

When she was writhing and begging for release, he finally gave her what she needed. He slammed into her with one hard thrust, stretching her tight walls around his thick cock.

"Fuck!" Chloe screamed, her nails raking down his back. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

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