When you loathe your silver fox boss, you don’t quit—you send him a sext. Accidentally. “I can’t stop thinking about him bending me over his desk.” That was the text I sent to my boss. Instead of my best friend. His reply? “Come in early tomorrow. 7:30.” Mr. Voss. Six-feet-whatever of cold, silver-haired disapproval in a charcoal suit. A stare that strips me bare without ever touching me. Hands that look far too capable of undoing me... completely. I expect him to fire me. But he calls me into his office, shuts the door, and makes me an offer. More like an ultimatum. He needs a surrogate. I need to keep my job. It’s a win-win. Until he makes one thing very clear—He doesn’t want doctors. Or clinics. He wants me in his bed. Old-fashioned. Unprotected. …and completely at his mercy. This is a full-length standalone, age gap, surrogacy pregnancy, forbidden romance with delicious office spice. HEA guaranteed!