All Chapters of More Than Pleasures Steamy Diaries: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Christina couldn’t sleep all night. Dean’s kisses and touch lingered in her memory, alive and vivid. She knew now, he felt something for her. But his sense of duty held him back.She couldn't stop considering his kiss. It had actually stirred something deep inside her, sensations she had not seen coming. And the more she considered it, the stronger her desire grew.Christina understood she didn't simply want a little and she wanted everything, much more than she had first idea.As the morning sunshine streamed through her window, she decided. If Dean was too afraid to let himself succumb to her, then she would be the one to help him. She was certain he felt the same way.Dean simply needed a little push to confess.Early that early morning, she slipped into a small white t-shirt. Using absolutely nothing else, she leaned out the window and contacted us to him as he worked out listed below."Dean, can you help me with something?"Dean provided a serene nod and stopped his exercise, clea

Lisa Blackwell, now legally Lisa Hawthorne expression remained unreadable, poised like the signature diamond studs in her ears. She just slid the last page of contract to Duke with her polished hand.Across from her, Duke Hawthorne didn’t flinch. His jaw was sharp, eyes colder than the steel watch on his wrist. He read through the final clause like a man reviewing a quarterly merger."Two years," he said flatly. "No infidelity. No public scandal. Joint appearances when necessary."Lisa tilted her head. “And full discretion in private matters. We both have our lives to manage.”He signed.No kiss. No congratulations. Just the sound of paper being stacked and locked away by the legal team.Their marriage had just occurred an hour before.Lisa left the table, elegant and stylized in her bare minimum of silk. “The car’s waiting. We’re expected at the penthouse."He didn’t offer her his arm. She didn’t expect him to.The ride to the building was quiet. Duke focused on his tablet while Lisa

The morning light came carefully through the drapes, touching the messy sheets and the bare skin lying under them.Lisa woke first.Her body didn’t hurt, but the memories did. Every move, every touch of material, brought him back. She could still feel his hands, his lips, and the method he said her name like it suggested something. Each memory made her chest ache.She turned carefully in bed.Duke was still sleeping next to her. His chest increased gradually, his jaw soft in a manner it never was when he was awake.One arm hung off the bed, the other lay where she had just been.He looked… human.She studied him longer than she meant to.This wasn’t the man who negotiated power plays and signed their marriage contract without flinching. This was someone else. Someone who had touched her like she mattered.He had kissed her like he needed her.Now she slipped out of bed without a noise, wrapping the sheet around her as she stepped onto the veranda.The air was sharp and cold, however sh

The morning light permeated through the drapes, warmer than the night previously, nevertheless not rather mild. Lisa lay still.Duke's arm was twisted around her waist, his chest changing in a slow, stable rhythm behind her.His existence was heavy, calming, even, however the storm inside her reduced to peaceful.Her fingers messed around the edge of the blanket.Soft cotton. A contrast to the weight lowering on her chest.She’d told herself last night didn’t mean anything.She’d failed.Every look, every touch, every word had broken through the walls she swore were permanent.And now?Now she was lying in bed beside a man who had once been a business arrangement, and had become her undoing.She turned slightly, careful not to wake him. His face in sleep was softer than she ever saw during the day. Younger.She hated how badly she wanted to touch him again.To stay.Experiences made things unpleasant. And Lisa didn't do unpleasant.Gradually, she moved out from under his arm and slippe

Lisa based on the cabin's deck, arms folded against the crisp morning air. The lake was still, like it had not dared relocation given that the night before.Inside, she could hear Duke stirring, drawers opening, water running, the clink of mugs. She didn't move.Her phone rested in her hoodie pocket. The words were burned into her memory now:‘Clause 7C. Intimacy extends the contract.’She wasn’t sure if it was betrayal she felt. Or just the echo of being foolish, again.When Duke stepped outside, two mugs in hand, she turned slightly but didn’t meet his eyes.“Still like chamomile in the morning?” he asked.She nodded. “Thanks.”He passed her the mug and leaned beside her on the railing. “Didn’t sleep well?”Lisa shrugged. “New bed.”Silence stretched between them, not sharp, but… colder than before.Duke glanced sideways. "Did I do something?"Lisa took a sip, preventing his gaze. "No.".The lie sat between them, loud however unspoken.**They packed up after breakfast. The drive bac