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30. The Silent Conspiracy
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Guilty Pleasure #2 31. Fevered Devotion
Ryan scooped Elena up into his strong arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her towards the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against him as the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm left her feeling boneless and sated.He laid her down gently on the king-sized bed, the silky sheets cool against her overheated skin. Ryan stood back, his eyes roving over her body as he slowly removed his tuxedo jacket and tossed it aside, his eyes raking hungrily over her nearly naked body."Take off your bra," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see all of you."Elena shivered at the intensity in his gaze, her hands shaking as she reached behind her to unclasp the lace garment. The cups fell away, revealing her full breasts to Ryan's greedy gaze. He groaned, his hand reaching out to cup the soft weight in his palm. Elena arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as he thumbed her sensitive nipple.Ryan's other hand skimmed down her stomach,
Guilty Pleasure #2 30. The Silent Conspiracy
The gala was winding down, its glittering energy fading into murmured conversations and the soft clinking of staff clearing champagne flutes. The music had softened to background ambiance. Elena stood near the center of the ballroom, her eyes scanning the crowd, growing more restless by the second. Avonlea was nowhere to be seen. Neither was her father. She hadn’t seen her friend in nearly an hour or more. She needed Avonlea now more than ever. Her fingers curled around the clutch in her hand, anxiety prickling at her nape. Elena excused herself from a circle of friends and slipped into a quieter hallway just off the main ballroom, heels clicking against the marble. She tried Avonlea’s phone again which went straight to voicemail. Just as frustration began to knot in her chest, the ballroom’s side door swung open, and Avonlea slipped inside. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was slightly windswept, her chest rose and fell quickly like she had just been running. "Avonlea?" Elena st
Guilty Pleasure #2 29. A Dance of Power and Desire
The Carter Foundation Charity Gala was the kind of event that oozed sophistication, a glittering affair held in the grand ballroom of the Montclair Hotel, where crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls and the air hummed with the clinking of champagne flutes and murmured conversations laced with power. The guest list was invitation-only — high-profile donors, CEOs, political figures, and legacy families filled the room with elegance and ego.Elena stood near the entrance with her father, greeting guests in a gown that had been worth every scandalous moment in the fitting room, crimson silk that clung to her curves like it was made for her alone, the plunging neckline and thigh-high slit drawing appreciative glances from every man in the room and envious glares from every woman.Enric leaned down, murmuring in her ear, "I see you took my advice about making an impression."Elena smirked. "I always do."He squeezed her hand briefly before turning to greet the
Guilty Pleasure #2 28. The Art of Seduction
The morning sunlight slipped through the gauzy white curtains of Elena’s bedroom, painting warm golden patterns on the marble floor. The weekend had arrived, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she was spending it entirely with her father.Elena padded barefoot into the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee met her, and she found Enric Carter already at the counter, stirring cream into his mug with an absent smile.“Morning, sweetheart,” he said, looking up at her.“Morning, dad,” she replied, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.There was a quiet comfort in their morning routine. Elena sat across from her father at the breakfast table, stirring honey into her tea while Enric scrolled through the morning’s financial reports on his tablet.“You’re quiet today,” Enric remarked, glancing up.Elena smirked. “You’re the one reading stock prices instead of talking to me.”Enric set the tablet down with a chuckle. “Fair point.” He leaned back in his chair, studying her. The
Guilty Pleasure #2 27. The Wolf Beneath the Suit
The morning after, Ryan stood in his private office, back turned to the wall of glass that framed the skyline like a portrait. But he didn’t see the city.Jade stood silently by the desk, arms crossed, watching the slow rise and fall of his boss’s shoulders."Tell me he's still alive," Ryan said quietly.Jade swallowed. “Barely. Security has him in the west wing holding chamber.”Ryan turned slowly. “Good. I want him to be conscious when I look him in the eye.”Jade followed a step behind, his usual smirk absent. "You sure you want to do this yourself?"Ryan didn’t answer. His jaw was set, his knuckles still faintly bruised from the other night.“Ryan…” Jade began, but Ryan was already moving.The west wing held a soundproof security room. The steel door groaned as Ryan pushed it open, the dim fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The scent of damp concrete and stale air filled his nostrils as he stepped inside with the slow, calculated pace of a predator.At the far end of the room,
Guilty Pleasure #2 26. The Art of Us
The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ryan’s penthouse, painting the room in golden hues. Elena stirred, her body still heavy with sleep, her limbs tangled in silk sheets. She reached out, expecting to find the familiar warmth of Ryan beside her, but the bed was empty.She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. Her fingers brushed over the indentation his body had left behind. She slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Ryan’s discarded shirts. It swallowed her frame, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the scent of cedar and something distinctly him clinging to the fabric. She reached the kitchen while looking for Ryan.Ryan had already cleared his entire schedule, though he didn’t tell Elena that. He simply made her coffee the way she liked it, and sat beside her on the plush sectional of his penthouse, watching her stir it with trembling fingers. She hadn’t said much since waking up. But she also hadn’t let go of his hand once. None of them brought up the topi
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