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Chapter 8

Penulis: Ava Sterling
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-04 14:20:42

The Monday after the hotel felt like stepping back into a pressure cooker. Rory walked into Voss Publishing wearing a scarf around her neck to hide the faint marks Dominic had left, her body still deliciously sore in places that made her blush every time she sat down. The weekend had changed something fundamental. The secret touches at work weren’t enough anymore. The stolen kisses in his office felt like crumbs when she’d had the whole feast.

Dominic looked wrecked in the best way—hair sligh
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    The Monday after the hotel felt like stepping back into a pressure cooker. Rory walked into Voss Publishing wearing a scarf around her neck to hide the faint marks Dominic had left, her body still deliciously sore in places that made her blush every time she sat down. The weekend had changed something fundamental. The secret touches at work weren’t enough anymore. The stolen kisses in his office felt like crumbs when she’d had the whole feast. Dominic looked wrecked in the best way—hair slightly messier than usual, eyes tracking her every move during the morning editorial meeting. When their gazes locked across the table, the heat was so palpable she half-expected the air to catch fire. The jealousy hit like a freight train during lunch. Rory was in the break room, chatting with Alex—a cute, easygoing junior editor around her age who had been flirting harmlessly for weeks. He leaned against the counter, laughing at something she said, reaching out to brush a crumb from her blouse.

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    The following week dragged like nails on a chalkboard. Rory went through the motions at work—smiling at colleagues, diving deep into manuscript notes, attending meetings where Dominic sat at the head of the table looking every bit the untouchable CEO. But underneath the professional facade, the tension between them simmered hotter than ever. A brush of hands while passing papers. His foot hooking around her ankle under the table. A whispered “good girl” in the elevator that left her soaked and trembling for the rest of the afternoon. By Wednesday, they were both fraying at the edges. Dominic looked like he hadn’t slept, shadows under those stormy eyes that still burned whenever they landed on her. Rory’s dreams were filled with him—his hands, his mouth, the way he’d growled her name like a prayer and a curse all at once. The guilt from her dad’s phone call lingered, but it only seemed to fuel the fire. Forbidden fruit had never tasted sweeter, or hurt quite so much. Thursday night,

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    The drive back to the city on Sunday evening felt like descending from heaven straight into hell. Rory stared out the passenger window at the blurring trees, her body deliciously sore in all the best places, but her chest tight with a growing weight she couldn’t ignore. Dominic’s hand rested on her thigh the whole way, thumb stroking absent circles like he needed the constant contact as much as she did. Neither of them spoke much. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was heavy with everything they weren’t saying. Every mile closer to home brought the guilt crashing in harder. What the hell had she done? She’d spent two full days letting her father’s best friend fuck her senseless in every room of that cabin. She’d moaned his name like a lifeline while he buried himself so deep inside her she felt branded. She’d come apart for him over and over, begging for more, whispering things that would make her blush for years. And the worst part? She wanted to do it all again the second they got bac

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