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the body shaming I’d endured was that mean girls were very good at their jobs. In fact, they excelled. My heart stuttered at the thought of having to contend with her, but before I could get too riled up, Owen gave me a playful pat on my butt.
    “Go now. Get to work, Miss Cumming. If I need anything else, I’ll let you know.”
    “Yes, sir.” With my heart spinning into a happy dance, I skipped out of his office, eager to start my new job. I was eager to please him in every way possible.
    I was in love.
    Head over heels in love with the most sinfully sexy man in the world.
    My Donut King.

I couldn’t focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven store.
    All I could think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.
    “Olive…Olive…Olive.” Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my cock stand at full attention.
    I’d never met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite, but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.
    But, Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure, and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.
    As I stared blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers, and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and reveled in the sensation.
    “Sir…”
    Snapping my eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a heart attack.
    “Yes?” My beauty. My princess. My love.
    “I put together a file with the information you need.”
    My eyes darted to the thick folder in her hand.
    “If you don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
    “And why is that, Olive?”
    “Because the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
    “The lingerie company?”
    “Yes. I love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
    “And why else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
    “Because based on what I read, Mr.