LOGINShe hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."
View MoreThursday, October 5th
Grayson knew he should have been in Boston by now, and yet, there he was, standing in front of his Upper West Side brownstone, a victim of the changeable New York weather. Hail had pummeled the tarmac, which in turn had dismissed all hope of air travel, and sent him home for the night. He had rebooked a flight early tomorrow morning with enough time he needed to arrive for the meeting in Boston… Just
In turn, it gave him an opportunity to surprise Morgan.
Glancing down the street at the brownstones, this was a great place to raise kids, and when he had slipped the engagement ring on Morgan's finger six months ago, she had agreed to move in and have their family here someday.
Using his key, he let himself in, soft jazz drifted through the hallway to greet him. Grayson dropped his briefcase by the door, loosened his tie. He considered calling out, announcing his arrival, but paused when he heard laughter coming from the master bedroom. Two women. Morgan and... someone else. Disappointed that they wouldn't have the evening to themselves, but he really couldn't complain. He hadn't planned to be here. If Morgan had invited a friend over to keep her company that was fine by him.
Grayson smiled. More laughter echoed down the hall, followed by whispers he couldn't quite make out. He hung his coat on the rack, figuring he'd grab a drink before interrupting their girl talk. Heading into the lounge to grab a whiskey before seeing what Morgan was up to. Knowing his luck, they were going through Morgan’s wardrobe and there would be a mountain of clothing laying over their bed.
The laughter grew louder as he approached the bedroom. Giggles. Hushed words. A sound that might have been a moan. He stopped, hand hovering over the doorknob.
A voice that wasn't Morgan's said, "Baby just like that."
Morgan responded with a sound Grayson recognized all too well. Pleasure.
His stomach dropped. The hairs on his arms stood up. A cold feeling spread through his chest. He knew before touching the door what he was about to walk in on.
But he pushed open the door anyway. He couldn't hide from the knowledge. He needed to face it and them head on. Just like he handled business.
But he wasn't quite ready for the sight that greeted him.
Morgan lay sprawled across their king-size bed, naked, her blonde hair fanned out across his pillow. On top of her was a brunette woman, equally naked, the fingers of one hand tangled in Morgan's hair, he couldn't see where her other hand was, but he could guess.
Time stopped. The world tilted on its axis as Grayson stood frozen in the doorway, unable to process what he was seeing. He’d known—sure—even prepared himself for it—but seeing it was something else.
Then Morgan looked up as if sensing him, her eyes widening with shock.
"Grayson!" She scrambled out from under the other woman, grabbing for the sheet. "You're supposed to be in Boston!"
The brunette sat up, making no effort to cover herself, a smirk playing at her lips.
Grayson recognized her. Tina. His sister Emma's friend. The one he'd meet at his sister's engagement party.
"Flight got canceled." His voice sounded distant, like it belonged to someone else. "Hail."
Morgan pulled the sheet up to her chin. "Baby, I can explain."
Tina laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Can you really?"
Grayson stepped into the room. The jazz still played from the stereo system in the corner of the room, which explained why they hadn't heard him come in. He hadn't tried to be quiet, because he hadn't realized what she had been hiding from him. That thought made him ask his next question.
"How long?" His voice was steady. Calmer than he felt.
Morgan looked at Tina, then back at him. "It's not what you think."
"How. Long." Each word clipped, precise.
"It's nothing serious, just—"
"Answer the question, Morgan." His hands balled into fists at his sides.
She looked down at the rumpled sheets. "Soon after Emma's engagement party."
Eight months. Eight months of lies. The engagement party. The day Morgan had met Tina as well. They must have started up within days of meeting each other. Then two months later he had proposed to her, and she had said yes while fucking a woman on the side.
"Eight months," he repeated the words, testing their weight. "Let's get this straight you've been fucking my sister's friend for eight months."
"Don't be crude." Morgan reached for a silk robe hanging off the bedpost. "It's just physical. It doesn't mean anything."
Tina stretched, catlike and unconcerned. "Don't sell yourself short, Morgan. It means something to me." Clearly unconcerned about being caught out. He had never liked Tina. But he could not tell his younger sister who her friends should be. Emma was twenty-seven after all.
Grayson ran a hand through his hair. Eight months. Their entire engagement. A lie. Not just their engagement but their whole relationship.
"You brought her into our bed." Not just that but their lives.
Morgan slipped into the robe, tying it at the waist. "You're making too big a deal out of this. It's just sex."
"In our bed." He felt like throwing up. He would burn the bed before he slept in this room again.
"Why not?" Tina asked, finally reaching for her clothes scattered across the floor. "Morgan said you'd be gone until tomorrow."
Grayson didn't look her way. She did not seem to care that she was standing in front of him naked. The woman had shown no shame.
The casualness of their betrayal struck him like a physical blow. They'd planned this. Waited for him to leave. How many other times had this happened? Had they laughed that he was a fool.
"Get out." He directed the words at Tina.
She raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Get the fuck out of my house."
Morgan approached him with her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Really, Grayson, I just don't understand why you are so upset. Let's talk about this like adults."
"Like adults?" He laughed, the sound hollow. "You've been cheating on me for eight months, and you want to talk like adults?"
"It's not cheating." Morgan placed a hand on his chest. "Not really. Tina is a woman not a man."
Grayson’s stepped away from her hand as his eyes widened, he realized she didn't understand cheating was cheating; it didn't matter the sex of the other person. Was she truly that stupid, or did she have the morals of an alley cat? This was not someone he wanted raising his kids let alone in his life.
If he thought he was in shock before, her next words made everything even worse.
"We could invite you to join us sometime. You might like it. Isn't it every man's dream to have two women at once."
The photo shoot took exactly two hours, just as she was promised. Lauren moved through the different setups with the lead actor, moody lighting against exposed brick, softer shots with gauzy fabric, dramatic poses that the creative director guided her through with enthusiasm.She was good at this part. The performing. The becoming someone else for the camera. It was easier than being herself right now, easier than thinking about Liam sitting in that diner, planning God knew what.Wyatt never moved from his position against the wall. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time, tracking every movement, every person who came near her. When a male photographer's assistant got a little too close while adjusting a reflector, Wyatt shifted, and the guy immediately stepped back without even looking at him.It was like Wyatt radiated some kind of invisible warning that only other men could sense. Even the leading man had looked towards Wyatt a time or two."That's a wrap!" the creative dir
Lauren woke to find Wyatt already up, dressed in jeans and a black polo shirt, standing at her bedroom window with his phone pressed to his ear. He was listening, and he mustn't like what he was hearing because his body language screamed tension.She pushed herself upright, watching him. The early morning light filtering through the curtains caught the hard line of his jaw, the set of his shoulders, the way his hand rested near his hip where she was guessing his weapon was already holstered."Okay... got it." He ended the call, turned, and found her watching him. "Morning.""Morning." Her voice came out rough with sleep. "Everything okay?""Nate's team has eyes on Liam. He didn't go home last night. Stayed at some dive bar in Brooklyn until closing, then went to a twenty-four-hour diner. He's there now, just... sitting. Drinking coffee. Staring at his phone.""Planning something," Lauren said, ice sliding down her spine."Most likely." Wyatt crossed to the bed, sat on the edge. "But w
The apartment door closed behind them. Lauren stood frozen in the entryway, Officer Clark's words still ringing in her ears. 'Sometimes people who stand between a stalker and their target have accidents. Car accidents. Muggings gone wrong.'Her hands were shaking. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps that she couldn't seem to control. The image of Wyatt lying in a pool of blood, of Liam standing over him with that twisted smile, of losing the one person who made her feel safe—"Lauren." Wyatt's voice cut through the spiral. "Hey. Look at me."She couldn't. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe properly. Couldn't stop seeing— What if something happened to him because of her. She loved him.Then his hands were on her shoulders, firm and warm, pulling her against his chest. His arms came around her, solid and reassuring, and she collapsed into him, her fingers fisting in his shirt."I can't—" The words caught in her throat. "Wyatt, if he hurts you because of me, if something happens to you—"
Sarah showed her badge to the doorman, Tom, according to his name tag, and asked to be announced to Lauren Gardener's apartment. "Is she expecting you, Officer Clark?" Tom asked, reaching for the phone. "No, but she'll want to see me. It's about her case." Tom made the call, spoke quietly, then nodded. "You can go on up.” Sarah took the elevator up, using the ride to organize her thoughts. She had to be careful here. Had to give them enough information to protect themselves without explicitly violating the laws that kept Michelle Matthews case sealed. Liam had been a minor. The elevator doors opened, and she found Wyatt Heywood waiting in the hallway outside the apartment, arms crossed, his body language screaming pissed-off male. He had to know it wasn’t good news. Why else would she come by instead of calling? She was glad Lauren had him as protection. He was a fucking huge dude and, from what she could get on him, lethal. A lot of his file while in the SEALs was sealed. "Offi
Grayson watched Honey's reaction carefully, noting the way her breath quickened at his deliberate movement against her. The conflict in her eyes told him everything, she wanted this as badly as he did, but her professional boundaries were warring with her desire. Her body was betraying her, respond
Wednesday, October 18th, 6:35 PMHoney stepped out of the Taylor Industries building into the crisp evening Amanda fell into step beside her, professional vigilance as she scanned the area looking for any trouble. Namely Riley."Busy Day." Amanda commented still looking around.Honey had decided no
Honey's entire body shuddered as pleasure exploded through her, her inner walls clamping down on Grayson's finger. Her hand gripped the edge of the conference table so tightly her knuckles turned white as she fought to stay silent, biting her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. The orgasm c
Grayson laughter filled the room, shocking Honey that he was taking her outburst so well. She wasn't sure how he would feel about Morgan really knowing about them instead of her guesses. But Morgan was already creating drama without her saying anything. Honey could not just stand there and take it.






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