Vikki

Max releases a gentle snore next to me. He's flat on his back, the bed clothes only just covering his troll truncheon and the rest of him laid bare. Thick and chunky, with his gorgeous muscular arms, he's still wearing his socks and sock suspenders. His hair is mussed up, and one tusk is lifting the corner of his mouth in a way which makes me want to kiss him awake.

He certainly made good on his promise to get me ready to take his knot. My thighs are aching from the unaccustomed exercise, given it was apparently troll law he had to fuck me twice more last night.

Each time he was demanding, dominant, and firm. Each time my heart opened up a little more. I listen to Max's breathing and wonder how in all the worlds I've ended up here with this troll, who could have any female anywhere.

But he wants me.

Somewhere across the room, a mobile phone starts ringing. Max wakes with a snort and flaps his hand over his nose, eyes bleary. He leans across and plants a long, lingering kiss on my lips before he checks his heavy, expensive watch.

"That'll be Peter, wondering why I'm not in my morning meetings," he says, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and lumbering to his feet.

It means I get a nice view of a delicious, muscular troll bottom as Max exits the bedroom and returns, phone in hand.

So, I also get a full frontal. Which, given what happened yesterday morning is, apparently, how I'm destined to start today too. And it turns out, now I've had Max, he isn't shy at all.

"I'm perfectly aware of what I've missed, Peter," he says to some rather angry squawking on the other end of the line. "I'm sure they'll get over it."

He raises his eyebrows at me and runs his hand through his messy hair before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't really care," he adds to whatever is going on at Peter's end. "I'm taking today off. Cancel my meetings and tell everyone I'm having a vacation." He peers at me, blue eyes twinkling. "Yes, I am taking a vacation. I'm taking my girlfriend out," he says, and the pride is evident in his voice. "Yes, girlfriend as in mate. You should try it sometime, Peter. Get out of the office occasionally."

There is a silence which is frosty even at this distance. Finally, Peter says something, and Max ends the call.

"I'm afraid you might need to re-evaluate," I say.

"And why would that be, little Vee?" Max lounges back on the bed, with everything on show as he grins at me.

"Peter is most definitely not interested in a girlfriend."

Max tucks his arm behind his head and sighs. "I know. I've been trying to set him up with one of my senior executives, an ambitious young werewolf who needs some order in his life. They'd be perfect together."

I open and close my mouth a few times. "You're the office matchmaker?" I eventually gasp, the reality stunning me.

"Someone has to be," Max says with a grin.

"You love doing it, don't you?" I snuggle up to him.

This is a very different side of my troll billionaire. One who is attempting to get members of staff together.

"Happy staff means my company is happy," Max says, nuzzling his face into my hair. "I might have a reputation for being ruthless, but any company I take over gets the similar level of care. And it works, for me anyway."

"You are nothing like what I expected."

"I would hope not," Max says, his clawed hand slowly peeling away the sheet covering me. "And if I'm having the day off, how about we take a shower together?"

It would appear this troll is absolutely insatiable!