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CHAPTER ELEVEN
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Suzy appeared at the far end, tray balanced on one palm. She wore the standard uniform, but she'd unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse since the last time he'd seen her. The white lace of her bra peeked out every time she breathed. She smiled when she saw him like she'd been waiting."Mr. Rivera," she said, voice soft, almost shy. "I was just bringing this up to your suite. Elodie's asleep already, said she had a migraine coming on. Poor thing."Antoine stopped walking at the mention of Elodie's name. Instead it twisted the knife. "She's asleep?""Mm-hmm." Suzy tilted her head, letting a lock of auburn hair fall across one cheek. "I gave her the lavender oil and the blackout curtains. She won't wake until morning." She took another step closer. "But you look… tense. Like you could use something stronger than coffee."He should have kept moving. Should have said goodnight, taken the tray, locked himself in the guest room and jerked off. But Suzy's eyes were on his mouth, the
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He pushed open the executive washroom door and stepped inside, the cool air hitting his sweat-dampened skin like a slap. He didn't bother closing it fully, his mind too tangled in frustration from the gym session. Selina slipped in behind him, her fingers clicking the door shut with a snap. She leaned back against the marble counter, palms pressing flat on the edge, her hips tilting forward just enough to draw his gaze. Her gray tank top stuck to her skin from the workout, the thin fabric translucent where sweat had soaked through, her nipples hard and poking against it. Her dark eyes locked onto his, unblinking, full of challenge. 'You followed me,' Antoine said, his voice low, edged with the tension coiling in his gut. 'You left the door open.' Her lips curved into a sly smile. 'Subconscious invitation?' He crossed the tiled floor in two strides, crowding her space until the heat from her body mingled with his. Close enough to see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, to sm
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Antoine set down the wine glass, its faint red stain catching the light of his office. He felt the familiar restlessness crawling up his spine—a need to move, to burn, to channel the fury he carried in his chest. He needed the gym. He grabbed his sleek leather gym bag from the corner, checked the burner phone still tucked in the inner pocket, and made his way to the executive elevator. Forty-two floors down, the lobby shimmered under the morning sun, but Antoine didn’t notice. His mind was already in motion, calculating sets, reps, and the rhythm of exertion that would help him shed the edge of tension Charles had left behind. The private gym in the building was immaculate. Chrome and mirrors reflected polished machines and rubber floors, the smell of antiseptic mingling with faint tangs of leather and metal. Antoine’s presence commanded the room even before he touched a dumbbell, his dark suit now swapped for fitted black gym wear that traced the contours of his broad shoulders an
Forbidden Desire: The Billionaire’s Plaything CHAPTER ELEVEN
Work had been busy for Antoine—mergers here and there. Sharks trying to take over the company lingered at the corners of the room. He loosened the tie around his neck, needing some fresh air as the secretary briefed him on the morning’s developments and handed him the schedule for the day. He was about to set it aside when he saw the name: Charles. Damn him. What a betrayer, he thought. He drew a deep breath, knowing he had to remain calm. Charles was due in an hour, and Antoine didn’t want him to sense any lingering animosity. “Thank you, Ann, for the briefing. You can leave now.” Antoine Vale stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his forty-second-floor office, the city sprawling beneath him like a circuit board of light and steel. The merger documents lay signed on the mahogany desk behind him—another shark repelled, another empire secured. Yet the victory tasted like ash. Ann’s voice still echoed in his ears: “Charles, 11:00 a.m., conference room B.” He loosened
Forbidden Desire: The Billionaire’s Plaything CHAPTER TEN
Suzy wore the standard maid’s uniform, but today the hem had crept two inches higher than regulation—and beneath it, nothing. No panties, no stockings. Just smooth skin and the cool kiss of air every time she moved. Her pulse thrummed with a steady, wicked beat. Mission: make him squirm. Luca’s door stood ajar. She nudged it open with her hip and stepped inside. Luca sat at the mahogany desk, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled high. A book lay open before him, but he was watching her the moment she appeared. “Morning, sir,” Suzy said, letting her voice drip with honey. “Housekeeping. I’ll be quick.” He rose halfway, manners warring with something darker in his eyes. “I can step out—” “No need.” She set the bucket down with a soft clink. “You’re busy. I’ll work around you.” Luca hesitated, then sank back into the chair, jaw tight. It had been a long time since he’d buried himself between a woman’s thighs, and he was trying desperately to suppress the reaction threatening to betray
Forbidden Desire: The Billionaire’s Plaything CHAPTER NINE
Suzy walked barefoot along the polished floor, the laundry basket balanced on her hip—the laundry she could have done the night before but had rushed to her room with instead. Her pulse still thrummed from last night’s illicit show: the rhythmic creak of the master bed, the low growl of Sir Luke’s voice, the breathless gasp of Elodie. She forced herself to stay calm, keeping her face serene—an expression she had practiced in the mirror—as she knocked twice on the last door. “Come in,” Elodie called, her voice thick with sleep. Always a sleeper, Suzy thought. She opened the door and slipped inside. The attic room was larger than hers, sunlight striping through the half-open shutters. Elodie sat cross-legged on the lower bunk, her hair a dark spill over one shoulder, wearing an oversized nightshirt that slipped off one collarbone. “Morning, sleepy,” Suzy said, setting the basket down. “Thought you’d be up raiding the pantry by now.” Elodie yawned, marking her page with a ribbon. “
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