Yearning (A short collection of yearning tales)

Jade“Do you always wear glasses that thick, or is it just for the effect?”I froze, my fingers tightening on the keyboard as the voice cut through the quiet hum of the office. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The presence, the kind that made the air heavier, the world sharper, was unmistakable.“Excuse me?” My voice betrayed the tremor I didn’t want him to hear.My boss, He leaned against the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other casually brushing back dark hair that fell perfectly over a sculpted forehead. Tovi Lane. Billionaire. Public nightmare. Private temptation.“Jade Sink,” he said slowly, savoring the sound of my name like it was a luxury he could afford. “You’ve been ignoring me all week. I wondered if it was deliberate… or just your nerdy glasses that make you too busy for people like me.”I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the spreadsheet glowing on my laptop. My heart, however, had its own plans. Every word he spoke felt like fire trailing down my spine.

Jade “Wear something that doesn’t hide you, Jade… because tonight I plan on seeing the real you.”Those words echoed in my head the entire afternoon. By the time I got home, my brain was still replaying the way Tovi Lane had looked at me when he said it.Like he already knew exactly what he would find. And that terrified me. Because the truth?I wasn’t sure I knew the real me either. I stood in front of my closet for nearly twenty minutes before sighing in defeat.Everything I owned screamed safe. Cardigans. Oversized sweaters. Long skirts. Clothes designed to blend into the background. My fingers brushed a black dress buried at the back of the rack. I had bought it two years ago for a work event I ended up skipping.It was simple. Soft fabric. Sleeveless. But it hugged my waist in a way that made my heart beat a little faster.“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “This is ridiculous.”Still… I put it on. Then I did something even more ridiculous. I took off my glasses. Without them, the w

JadeTovi's strong arms cradled me as he carried me into the bedroom, his bare chest pressing against my skin with every step. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across silk sheets on a king-sized bed that looked like it was made for indulgence. He lowered me gently, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with a hunger that mirrored the ache building inside me. He is so commanding, yet tender. I crave what he will do next, how he will claim every part of me.“You are mine tonight, Jade,” Tovi whispered, his voice rough with desire as he peeled off my panties, leaving me completely exposed. His gaze traveled over my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, the wetness glistening between my thighs. “I want to taste you everywhere, make you feel every inch of pleasure you deserve.”I shivered under his scrutiny, my nipples hardening further in the cool air. “Please, Tovi. I need you to touch me, to make me yours.” My words came out breathless, my body arching toward him instinctively

Georgia West’s POVI didn’t sleep.Covey Hamilton’s voice replayed in my head over and over until morning blurred into afternoon. I told myself I wouldn’t go.I told myself it was a terrible idea. I told myself my husband would be furious if he found out. But by seven that evening.I was standing in front of my mirror wearing a black silk dress that clung to my body in a way my usual work clothes never did.The dress wasn’t new.I’d designed it for a jewelry exhibition a year ago. My husband hadn’t attended that either. I stared at my reflection for a long moment.My hair was loose tonight, falling in soft waves down my back. A delicate diamond pendant rested at the hollow of my throat. One of my own designs.Elegant. Understated. But undeniably beautiful. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.“Stop this,” I whispered to myself.I should stay home. I should call my husband. I should forget Covey Hamilton ever leaned over my workbench and asked me if I thought about him.In

Georgia’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as Covey's lips crashed against mine again, the taste of him igniting a fire that had been smoldering for too long. We were in his room now, the door locked behind us, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and our shared desperation. He was my husband’s stepbrother, the one person I should never want like this, but the taboo only made the craving sharper, more insistent. His mouth is devouring me, and I cannot pull away. I have dreamed of this, of him taking me, claiming what society says is wrong.Covey broke the kiss, his breath ragged, eyes dark with lust as he backed me toward the bed. "Georgia, I have wanted you for so long. Every time I see you, I imagine stripping you bare and making you mine." His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in just enough to send shivers up my spine. I could feel the hardness of his body against me, the bulge in his jeans pressing insistently against my thigh."Then do it, Covey. I need you now. T