RYAN BURKE She was running away. After everything from last night, she kept running from me, and I kept wanting her more with all my being. Maybe, today, she'll stop running from me like the devil flees from the cross. Just for once. Even with all this situation, I can't stop thinking about her naked body, her damn perfect breasts, and thick thighs. Can't stop thinking about how they would fit perfectly between mine. I took the last sip of coffee as I watched her walk down the hallway, swaying her hips and involuntarily shaking her perfect ass. Yes, I am completely obsessed with her. I've been craving this since I discovered I could like everything about her. From her prickly personality to her toenails. Every day she surprises me, whether with her intelligence or her altruism. Especially when she set aside her pride and took care of Elena. God! I totally forgot about Elena. Everything's a mess lately, but Elena is the mother of my son. I grab my phone from the sweatshirt pocket and

MORGANA FOSTER He grunts into the kiss as my hands groped his cock beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He moans as my fingers skillfully work along its length. And I don't understand why he still keeps them. I mumble unknowingly. " Why are you still wearing these? " I ask, returning another kiss to his neck. He laughs at me, lifting my body as easily as a bunch of grapes and walking down the hallway, taking me to the bedroom and tossing me onto the bed while undressing. The cold sapphires in his eyes now shining in a sea of burning lust, staring at me. I'm sure I'm looking back with the same intensity. Damn defined abs. Damn muscular arm. My mouth waters, and I'm literally drooling over that body. His clothes fall to the floor with a quick and urgent rustle. I lick my lips, moistening them as his clothes fall, giving him my most mischievous smile. I swallow hard several times, feeling my body shudder as it gets wet with excitement. I'm trembling like a leaf on a branch in a gale. A

Morgana Foster.It's morning, the sun is hot outside. I woke up tangled in Ryan's lap. His eyes were fixed on my face. Oh, for all the Gods! How could he look so handsome in the morning?I whisper a "good morning" and smile casually, trying not to seem melted by him. His response calling me "Mrs. Burke" sends shivers down my spine, and I feel like I can't breathe for a while. Our night together was so good, everything I ever wished for and just the way I wanted it. He devoured me in bed, on the small couch, in the bathroom, back in bed, and almost made the three years of waiting worthwhile.But I can't go back on the divorce now, so I take a deep breath and watch him move away to the bathroom.I sat on the bed feeling each of his touches again. My skin has been craving it for so long. My whole body responded so well to him.I'm screwed!I have to keep my mind clear; everything has to go well so that I can make him give me the divorce. I repeat to myself.But my gaze drifted to him agai

Morgana Foster We’re in the living room, still kissing for a few minutes. I gather all the strength in the world not to give in, but my body doesn’t cooperate with me at any moment. His touch permeates my skin like embers, and my entire being begs for his presence. I feel like a virgin again. I’m nervous about all of this, tense, and I can’t deny what my own body is saying. The internal uproar is enormous, along with all the pheromones wafting through the room. I push his body, patting him to get off. We’ve been at it all afternoon. Our lips are swollen, and not subtly so. We sit back on the couch, breathless. He gives me a beautiful smile, his laughter echoing through the room, making me laugh too. He leaves me breathless. “I want so much to taste you...” He whispered with a low, husky voice, while his fingers traced a path along my thighs, stopping at the hem of the dress. His mouth is close to my ear, causing na even greater tingling sensation. “But I’ll wait until you’re com

RYAN BURKEWhen Morgana left, I focused and immersed myself in work as if it were my sole source of life to avoid thinking about what she could be doing with that doctor. Even though I don't like to admit it, I know she's with him. Just imagining them together makes my stomach churn.I grab my phone to send a message to Stefan and Michael, asking them to meet me at Pegasus nightclub.Taking a shower to clear my head, I step out and don one of my classic black suits with comfortable dress shoes. With a splash of cologne, grabbing keys and wallet, I drive my black Rolls Royce to the already buzzing nightclub. The receptionist escorted me to the VIP area reserved for my friends and me.Since they haven't arrived yet, I order a bottle of whiskey and sit, loosening my tie. The club's music is loud and chaotic, with people on the dance floor moving frenetically to the beats. It doesn't take long for the whiskey to arrive, and the guys show up."Something wrong?" Michael asks, sitting next to