LOGINCHAPTER 1“Don’t look at me like that.” Hannah’s voice was low and rough, as she closed the car door behind her.The rain tapped against the windshield. We were parked two streets away from her younger sister’s apartment—my best friend’s place—because neither of us had been ready to go inside yet.I kept my hands on the steering wheel even though the engine was off. My pulse was already too fast.Hannah smelled like the same perfume she wore when I was sixteen and too scared to admit why I always stayed longer whenever she came home from college.She is thirty-one now and I'm twenty-three. The years between us hadn’t made the wanting any smaller.“I’m not looking at you in any kind of way,” I lied.Hannah turned in the passenger seat. The streetlight caught the side of her face, the soft curve of her mouth and the way her dark sweater clung to her. She had been back in town for six days. Six days of careful conversations in front of my best friend, my stomach dropping every time Hann
CHAPTER 3The footsteps grew louder. Tonia shoved me toward the private bathroom connected to her office, her eyes wide with panic. “Hide. Now.”I slipped inside and closed the door until only a crack remained. Tonia quickly fixed her clothes, smoothed her hair, and sat behind her desk just as the outer door opened.“Tonia.”Her father’s voice was calm but heavy. I couldn’t see him, but I could picture him standing there in his expensive coat, the same man who had hired me three months ago with a firm handshake and a warning about company standards.“Dad. I didn’t expect you tonight.”“You’ve been staying late a lot with the new junior architect.” A pause. “People notice things. I need to know there’s nothing I should be concerned about.”Tonia’s voice stayed steady. “Kalya is talented. The Westbridge project is demanding, that’s all.”Another silence stretched. I held my breath until it hurt.“All right,” he said finally. “But be careful. Perception matters in this firm especially fo
CHAPTER 2 I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Tonia’s hands on me again—the way she bent me over her desk, the thick stretch of the strap-on, the sound of her voice when she told me I was hers.By morning my body still ached in the best way, and the secret already felt too heavy to carry into the office.The next day we acted like nothing had happened. Tonia walked past my desk twice and didn’t look at me longer than she looked at anyone else. In the project meeting she asked for my renderings in the same cool, professional tone she used with the rest of the team. I answered the same way. My voice stayed steady even while my pulse raced every time she spoke.I went home that evening telling myself I could handle it. That I could keep the two versions of us separate.I lasted three days. On the fourth night my phone lit up at 10:51 p.m.Tonia: My office now.I was in the elevator five minutes later. The floor was dark except for the thin line of light under
CHAPTER 1“Lock the door.” Tonia’s voice was low and sharp. I froze with my hand still on the handle of the glass office door. The rest of the floor was dark, only the soft glow of her desk lamp cut through the shadows.I turned the lock. Tonia stood behind her desk, her blazer already off and white blouse open at the throat. Her dark hair was pulled back, but a few strands had come loose. She looked at me the way she had been looking at me for weeks—like she already owned the space between us.“You’ve been staring at me again,” she said.My mouth went dry. “I was just finishing the renderings for the Westbridge project.”“That’s not what I asked.” Tonia walked around the desk slowly. “You’ve been staring at my mouth when I talk in meetings. Do you think I haven’t noticed?”My pulse hammered in my throat. The attraction had started the first week I joined the firm. Tonia was the owner’s daughter, untouchable and dangerous.She stopped in front of me close enough that I could smell h
CHAPTER 4Angel stood in the hallway in clean clothes, her hair still damp from a quick shower, and smiled the way a daughter was supposed to smile. Juliana appeared a minute later in a fresh blouse and tailored pants, calm and composed, as if the last three hours had never happened. They greeted him together. He pulled Angel into a brief hug, kissed Juliana on the cheek, and talked about the flight and the traffic. Nothing in his face suggested he noticed the faint marks on Angel’s neck that makeup had not fully covered, or the way Juliana’s hand rested a second too long on the small of Angel’s back as they moved toward the living room.Dinner was normal. Angel answered questions about her classes and laughed at the right moments. Under the table Juliana’s foot brushed hers and the single contact sent a fresh pulse of heat between her legs. She kept her expression steady.Later, after her father had gone upstairs to unpack and shower, Angel found herself alone in the kitchen rinsin
CHAPTER 3 Juliana’s fingers tightened on Angel’s ass the moment the message disappeared from the screen.“Three hours,” she repeated, voice low. “That’s all we have.”Angel’s heart was already racing. The private lounge still smelled like sex. Her body still hummed from everything Juliana had done to her on the couch. Now the clock was running, and the house that had felt like theirs alone was about to become shared again.Juliana stood and pulled Angel up with her. She didn’t bother putting the robe back on. She simply took Angel’s hand and led her out of the lounge, down the hallway, and back into the master bedroom. The door locked with a soft, final click.“On the bed,” Juliana said.Juliana climbed over her, straddling her hips, and looked down at her with that same calm, possessive intensity that had started everything.“You’re gonna cum just from my voice, aren’t you?” Juliana murmured. “Fuck, look at you—pathetic and perfect.”Angel’s breath caught, heat flooded between her l







