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33. Highway Flames
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Guilty Pleasure #2 33. Highway Flames
The car sliced through the early afternoon light like a bullet or like a beast unleashed, the hum of the engine a deep growl in the stillness. Ryan’s hand gripped the wheel with white-knuckled intensity, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Elena sat in the passenger seat, one hand braced on the dashboard, the other resting lightly on Ryan’s thigh, her heart thudding with every sharp turn Ryan took on the open road. The world outside blurred into green and gold streaks, sun-dappled trees rushing past like scenery in a film reel. Every time she glanced at him, his jaw was clenched tight, nostrils flaring, lips slightly parted like he was holding back everything he wanted to do to her.“Ryan…” she tried, her voice catching.He didn’t answer. His jaw rigid with barely restrained tension. His eyes stayed glued to the road, but the weight of his emotion vibrated off him like heat from asphalt.“Where are we going?” she finally asked, her voice a low tremble.He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes
Guilty Pleasure #2 32. Tangles and Temptations
The sky had barely begun to blush with the first rays of morning light when the black car rolled to a slow stop just outside the Carter estate. The gates were already open from the early-hour deliveries. Elena sat beside Ryan, her legs curled under her and his jacket draped over her shoulders.“You sure you don’t want me to walk you in?” he asked, eyes pinned on her like he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.She smiled sleepily, lips still swollen from the goodbye kiss they’d shared minutes ago. “I’m sure. If anyone sees you, I’m dead.”Ryan leaned closer, his fingers brushing down her jaw. “You’re never allowed to die. I’ll bring you back just to kill you again for scaring me.”Elena laughed, soft and breathy. “Possessive much?”His smirk deepened. “Always. Especially when it comes to you.”Their lips met again, this one slower, lingering. When she finally opened the car door, the crisp morning air kissed her flushed skin, and she adjusted the hem of her dress, cheeks burning as she slip
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 n
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
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