In the sleek urban loft overlooking the city, Charlotte Maxwell finally claims what the merger only hinted at. Piers Delaney stands rigid under her gaze, his slim frame already betraying the eagerness he tries to hide as she prepares to strip him of every masculine pretense through the chastity and silk she has chosen.

She circles him slowly, the metal device cool in her palm, knowing that once it closes around him there will be no pretending this is only business. Each layer of lace she adds, each rule she enforces, binds them tighter than any contract, until the terror of losing each other becomes the only thing left to surrender to.

How long can they pretend the cage protects them from what they truly fear?