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My boss's wife 1

Author: Faithuba
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-21 02:23:12

Cameron Hale stepped out of the Uber Black onto the crushed-shell drive of the Voss estate just after six on a Friday that smelled like salt and money. The house rose in front of him like a blade of glass and stone, all sharp angles and cantilevered decks jutting over the Atlantic. He had expected intimidating. He had not expected the house to feel alive, predatory, waiting.

A housekeeper in crisp linen took his overnight bag. Then Serena Voss appeared in the doorway, and the rest of the world narrowed to a single point of heat.

She wore a backless white sundress that ended high enough to make his throat close. The fabric was almost translucent in the dying sun; he could see the faint shadow between her thighs when she moved. Platinum hair fell in wet ropes over one shoulder, dripping onto flawless collarbones. Bare feet, pale pink soles against dark teak. A single diamond stud glinted in one ear. Thirty-six years old and built like a threat.

“Cameron,” she said, voice low, amused, as
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