Casey lived a quiet life in her luxury condo tower—early 30s, single, and bored out of her mind. Her job sucked, her dates were worse, and her vibrator was doing more work than any man ever had. Until the day she met him.
He wasn't the regular delivery guy.
This man was massive—6'8", dark chocolate skin, tattoos crawling up his arms like sin, and a body so ripped it looked like he'd been sculpted in hell. He called himself Drexx, and his package… was not what she expected.
He didn't just drop off boxes.
He made special deliveries. For women who needed to be reminded what it meant to submit.
There was only one rule:
If you open the door in nothing but a robe… the delivery becomes personal.
And Casey? She was about to get wrecked by the man whose "tip" left women gasping, crying, and craving more.
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