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FOR
HIS SAKE: HIS #7
    (A BILLIONAIRE DOMINATION SERIAL)
     
    by
    Erika Masten
     
    Copyright © 2013 Erika Masten
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    This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual
persons or events are purely coincidental.
     
    Warning: Explicit content. Intended for
mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
     
    This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please
protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.
     
    TABLE OF CONTENTS
     
    For His Sake:
His #7
     
    Excerpt From
    Bad Boys’
Submissive: Hot Hard Ménage #2
     
    Excerpt From
    His Submissive: Body Worship
     
    FOR HIS SAKE:
HIS #7
     
    Knowing Adrian Knight was less than twenty-four
hours away from appearing in a Brazilian court made it impossible for me to
concentrate. Every piece of paperwork on my desk had the upper right hand
corner picked away, from me tearing off little bits while I brooded through
meetings. I compulsively bent every paperclip I touched out of shape. And I
accidentally shot a binder clip that I’d been fidgeting with across a
conference table and hit one of the other junior partners in the forehead. Not
like me at all, but I hadn’t been me for several weeks.
    For all the pain I’d blamed on Adrian—on the man who
had fooled me, seduced me, wooed me, confided in me, dominated me, lied to me,
and broken my heart in the same instant he’d brought it back to life—the need
to defend and protect him consumed my dreams as much as my waking hours. Like
he needed me with three of the firm’s senior partners already heading his legal
defense. Like a billionaire didn’t
have more than enough resources at his command. Like our goodbye in his hotel
room yesterday morning hadn’t made it clear that our agreement making me his
sexual submissive had finally, utterly concluded. Back to real life, if there
was such a thing. Just now, nothing felt as real as those hours on the beach
and in Adrian’s villa on his island of Ilha de Flor.
    “Buchanan?”
    After fifteen minutes of almost mindlessly lobbing
out seemingly random details I had gathered about the recent activities and whereabouts
of my ex, Penn Ellison, something finally snagged the attention of his onetime
business partner and my former client, Karl Richter. I stopped pacing behind my
dark wood desk, the anxious clack of my high heels against the polished floor
falling silent, and I glanced at angelic blonde Nina Talbot where she perched
in the office chair opposite me before we both focused hard on the speaker
phone.
    The businessman’s smooth, refined voice
disintegrated into a rumbling chuckle of sincere mirth. “Ah, Chloe, I would
hire you away from that law office if I could. You are good luck for me today.”
    I shook my head of loose brown hair and winced at
the reference, the second time in recent days I’d been referred to as someone’s
good luck charm. Last month, when Penn had confronted me on the beach at Ilha
de Flor, destroying the tentative peace I had begun to build there with Adrian
Knight, the Ellison heir had said the same thing about me. Even then it had
rung hollow and dissonant, but it had also planted the suspicion in the back of
my head that there was something more to Penn’s presence