ログインJulian’s povI wake to laughter.Soft, barely there—like she’s trying not to let it escape. Lyra is sitting up against the headboard, hair a mess, sunlight painting her skin gold as she scrolls through her phone.“What’s funny?” I ask, my voice still rough with sleep.She glances at me, lips curving. “Your island has terrible reception,” she says. “I’ve sent the same message three times. If my best friend replies, she’ll think I’m drunk.”I smirk. “You were drunk.”She rolls her eyes, then leans down, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek—too casual for what it does to me. “You’re impossible,” she murmurs, already slipping out of bed.That’s how it’s going to be today.Soft touches. Pretending that we were nothing.She disappears into the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “I’m sneaking back to my room before anyone notices I’m missing. Yacht party, remember?”I remember.By the time we meet again, it’s daylight and distance. She’s in a white sundress now, laughing freely with her frien
Lyra POVSoon I’m grinding against the vibrator, eyes closed, head bent back, moaning shamelessly in front of Julian.“My goodness, Lyra… you are a fucking sweet thing…” His voice pulls me back to stare at him. His eyes were fixed on my shivering pussy while stroking faster on his cock.“Increase,” he ordered. I pressed the boost button on the toy, causing me to scream louder.“Ohhhh!!!”My legs begin to shake. “That’s my girl… come for me,” he growls. Our eyes meet, and that’s my cue—I’m cumming in the highest waves I’ve ever had.When I finally stop trembling, breaths harsh, he stood, plucking the vibrator away, a beautiful smile on his face, his beard flexed along his jaw.Gosh, he was amazing. His stiff cock dangled before me.“That was impressive… Lyra.” He kissed me nice and slow.“Hmm.” I gasp when his finger finds my pussy. “Sweet God… Lyra, you’re so wet. Fucking dripping,” he hissed as he played with my folds.“You have been a good girl… and good girls get rewarded.”“Turn a
Lyra’s povMy name is Lyra, and I have been in love with my best friend’s father for longer than I’m willing to admit—even to myself.The island appeared like a secret as the boat cut through the water, white cliffs rising from the sea, palm trees swaying as if they were in on something I wasn’t supposed to know. Soma laughed beside me, barefoot and glowing, already home in a place I was only borrowing.Her family owned the island.That alone should’ve made this summer feel unreal. But it wasn’t the mansion, or the ocean stretching endlessly in every direction, or the kind of wealth that didn’t need to announce itself that made my chest tighten.It was him. Julian Vale. Her father.I hadn’t seen him in two years—not since he’d hugged me goodbye at the airport, warm and steady and entirely unaware of what his presence did to me. Back then, I told myself it was a harmless crush. Something I’d grow out of.I hadn’t.“He’s not supposed to be here tonight,” Soma said casually as staff prep
A week should have been enough. A week of flights, meetings, champagne smiles, and hotel rooms that smelled nothing like him. A week to convince myself that Eli was nothing more than a beautiful accident—one I didn’t intend to repeat. I gave him the wrong number for a reason. Men like him were easy to crave and dangerous to keep. I had learned that lesson the hard way. I didn’t do attachments. I didn’t do follow-ups. I especially didn’t do emotions tangled up with pleasure. Yet here I was, staring out the tinted window of my car as the city blurred past, my thoughts betraying me with unwanted memories. His hands. His mouth. The way he looked at me like I was something worth breaking rules for. I exhaled sharply and adjusted my dress. Today was about family. About reunion. About seeing the woman who once knew every secret I had, before life scattered us across continents and decades. Twenty years. That’s how long it had been since I’d last hugged my best friend. I should’ve b
“Damn, Diana… you are so good,” he shrieked, pulling me up so we could kiss. “Now tell me what you want. How do you want it?” I bit my lip as I stroked him. Gosh, he was hot—the anticipation was killing me. “It’s been a year since I fucked, Eli. Promise not to disappoint?” I cocked a brow. He chuckled. “Why don’t you be the judge, then?” Like he read my mind, he immediately went down on his knees, our eyes still locked. My body shivered as his breath fanned my crotch, his face inches away from my pussy. He gently kissed my thigh, moving higher. “Part your legs for me, Mama,” he breathed against me. I did as I was told. “You are perfect.” His finger traced my vulva, playing with my curls. My breath hitched when he dipped his face, capturing my pussy in a slow, passionate kiss. “Oh fuck…” The moan was forced out of my throat. Both hands grasped my waist, holding me steady as he sucked on my pussy, his tongue swirling over my clit. In this position, it felt even more electrif
Diana’s povI hadn’t been back in this country in over twenty years, yet the air felt familiar the moment I stepped out of the car. The kind of place that made memories surface whether you invited them or not.Forty years old. Divorced. No children. A passport full of stamps and a bank account heavy enough to silence most questions.People liked to assume that meant I was lonely.I wasn’t.I was here for the summit—another closed-door meeting with men who pretended not to be intimidated by a woman who owned more than half the room combined. The headlines would talk about investments and partnerships. The truth was simpler: power recognized power.But tonight wasn’t about business.Tonight, I was supposed to be relaxing.I was supposed to be meeting someone.The club pulsed with music, low lights sliding across polished skin and expensive fabric. I sat at the bar in a fitted black dress, one leg crossed over the other, my phone glowing in my hand. The bartender refilled my glass withou







