MasukSHANE Shelby’s apartment building always smelled like expensive perfume and ambition as I walked up to the elevator two days later. The elevator ride to the seventh floor felt longer than usual, probably because I already knew the conversation that waited behind her door wouldn’t be easy.I knocked once.She opened almost immediately.“Shane?” she asked, surprised but sliding effortlessly into that sultry confidence she wore like second skin. “Didn’t expect you this early.”I stepped inside without answering, loosening my collar. Her apartment was dim, warm, lit only by the soft amber glow of a floor lamp. She liked her spaces to feel intimate; dangerously intimate. She was such a sensual person. “Drink?” she asked, already moving toward her bar cart.“Not now.” I kept my voice low. Controlled.That got her attention. Shelby turned back toward me, her eyes narrowing just a little.“What’s wrong?”I reached out my hand with the folder I was holding. “The board decided,” I said.Her
SHANEThe music around us was loud as usual, the lights pulsing as usual, the people still moving as if the world outside didn’t exist. But for me, it all felt… distant. Like I was standing on the other side of thick glass, watching everyone else live.Liam and I were in our usual private booth at the back, dim, comfortable, the kind of space only accessible if your last name carried weight. The bottle between us glowed amber under the soft lamp, the ice clinking gently each time one of us reached for a refill.I turned my glass slowly in my hand, watching the liquid swirl. I’d been quiet more than usual these days. Liam noticed; he noticed everything.“So,” he said suddenly, leaning back against the cushion, “what about the AI contract? Have you given it to Shelby’s company? You said her presentation was fantastic.”I set my drink down and shook my head, an automatic reaction. “No. I won’t.”Liam raised a brow. “I thought she was counting on it.”“She is,” I replied, exhaling. “But s
ANDERS Carrie and I were both in Leo's nursery. She was at the far end of the room, standing on her toes as she arranged Leo’s freshly washed baby clothes in the little white closet. I stood by the changing table where the small baby tub sat. Leo was sitting inside it, kicking his tiny legs as warm water splashed around him.“Hey, little man,” I murmured as I poured a small cupful of water over his arms. “Let’s not flood the whole building tonight, okay?”Leo shrieked with laughter, grabbed my wrist with surprising strength, and slapped the water with both hands. A huge splash hit my shirt.Carrie turned from the closet. “Oh my God,” she laughed, “he got you again.”“Got me?” I said, looking down at the soaked patch on my shirt. “This boy is a menace.”Leo giggled louder, as if he knew. This…this new life of caring for Carrie and her little boy had become my life lately and it was the best thing ever. It brought back my days with Nancy when she was a baby. Now I practically live in C
SHANEBy the time I walked into the conference room that afternoon it was late, much later than I had preferred to have this meeting. But I had been in meetings back to back since I arrived at work at 9 am. I took my seat at the head of the table. Our new CFO, Lowell, sat to my right, already flipping through the printouts that had been placed before each of us. On my left was Neil, one of the executive directors; young, arrogant, but brilliant in analytics.Rainbow Digitals waited on the other side of the table, three of them in a neat row. And Shelby, the same Shelby sat in the middle.She gave me a small, professional nod as I took my seat. No smile. No lingering expression. Just business. Somehow, that made the whole thing even more distracting.“Good evening, everyone,” she said as soon as I indicated the meeting could begin. Her voice was smooth, steady, perfectly controlled. “Thank you for having us. My name is Shelby Hart, senior project director for Rainbow Digitals. With m
CARRIE I lay sprawled across his broad chest. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, a testament to everything that just happened.“Come here.”The words, a low growl that vibrated from his chest where our bodies joined were the only warning before his lips found mine. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was possessive, and a domination. I could practically feel his heart hammering against his. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. His breath was warm on my slick lips. “I love you, Carrie Dalton,” he murmured, the words so soft they were almost lost in the humid space between us. “I will never let you go, my love.”The declaration, coming in the raw aftermath, unraveled something deep inside me. Before I could form a coherent thought, his hands were on my hips, firm and guiding. He turned me, my back now meeting the soft sheets where his own had been. The world tilted, the ceiling coming into focus, but all I could see was him hovering above me, his eyes dark with
ANDERSI lifted her off the table, her body pliant and warm against my chest. She nestled her face into my neck, her breath a soft flutter against my skin. Mine. The word beat in time with my heart as I carried her through the dim hallway toward her bedroom. Months of wanting, of fantasizing, of how it was going to be had finally climaxed this night. Now I wanted her on the bed, to sink into the softness with her and lose myself in her again. She was nothing like I ever had before.I pushed the door open with my shoulder and crossed to the king-sized bed, lowering her gently onto the cool duvet. Her dark hair fanned out, her eyes heavy-lidded and sated. Beautiful. Utterly wrecked and beautiful. I moved to crawl over her, to claim that mouth again, to pick up where we’d left off.But she moved first.A flash of determination in her eyes. Her hands came up, palms flat against my chest, and she pushed. It wasn’t a gentle suggestion. It was a firm, deliberate no.I was so surprised I let







