All Chapters of Guilty Pleasure #2: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"You're not done yet, are you?"Ryan’s grin deepened at her teasing, the lazy satisfaction in his expression quickly shifting into something sharper. "Never." His voice was low and rough, as if he were making her a promise rather than answering her question.His grin lingered against her shoulder, the weight of him warm and grounding, his breathing still rough from the high they’d both just ridden. Elena’s fingers brushed lazily through his hair, the way one might soothe a restless animal after it had burned through all its energy.But Ryan wasn’t the kind to be soothed for long. Elena’s pulse kicked up again, and she tried to catch her breath, but he wasn’t giving her a chance. He shifted slightly, his lips finding the curve of her neck, planting slow, deliberate kisses there. She closed her eyes, her chest still rising and falling quickly. Without pulling away, his hand slid up her side, his fingertips tracing the curve of her waist like he was reminding himself exactly where every

The night air was crisp as Elena and Ryan stepped out of the restaurant, their footsteps echoing faintly on the empty sidewalk. Streetlights cast a soft amber glow over the scene, making the night feel more intimate than it already was. The city was alive but calm at this hour.Ryan automatically moved toward the driver’s side of his car, his keys in hand. But before he could open the door, Elena spoke. “I’m driving back.”Ryan’s brows arched, and he glanced between her and the car like he’d misheard her. “You’re what?”She held out her hand expectantly. “Keys, please.” She slid the word out with mock confidence.His brows drew together, a hint of disbelief in his tone. “Are you sure you can drive?” His tone held a mix of genuine curiosity and mild amusement. “Of course, I can drive. What, you think I just sit around waiting for you to chauffeur me everywhere?” she said with a little scoff, though her lips curved into an amused smile.“Because you don’t strike me as the ‘I’ll take the

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pale and soft against the deep red of the room. The first thing Elena noticed when her eyes fluttered open was the empty space beside her. The cool sheets on Ryan’s side were in sharp contrast to the warmth still lingering on her own.She rolled onto her back, her mind instantly flooded with images from last night. Heat rose to her cheeks and she tried to calm the blush that crept all the way to her ears. She bit her lip and pulled the blanket closer for a moment, feeling the echo of his touch still imprinted on her skin.Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she searched for something to wear. Her panties lay on the floor near the foot of the bed. She slipped them on before spotting his black shirt draped over the armchair. She pulled it over her naked skin, the crisp fabric brushing against the marks he’d left on her body.The penthouse was quiet. She padded barefoot through the hall, glancing into the kitchen and

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the tangled sheets. The penthouse was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of the city below. Ryan’s arm was draped over Elena’s bare waist, his chest pressed to her back, his breath warm against her neck, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm was a quiet comfort, one she had grown addicted to over the past week.Her internship had officially ended yesterday. Today should have been her first morning back at her father’s house, but she hadn’t left yet, not when every part of her wanted to stretch this moment, this week, just a little longer."I can’t believe I have to leave today," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, her voice still husky from sleep.Ryan’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. "You don’t have to."Elena laughed softly. "My father would have a heart attack if I wasn’t home when he returns."Ry

The door clicked shut behind her, a soft, final sound that echoed like a gunshot in the cavernous office. Ryan didn’t look up immediately, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of his polished mahogany desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, flipping through a file as if the world outside the paper didn’t exist. For a moment, Elena just stood there, her chest rising and falling too fast, anger and heartbreak mixing inside her like a storm. The air still crackled with her accusations.“Ryan?” Her voice came out tighter than she meant.He finally looked up, his calm blue eyes colliding with hers. “Elena…”The way he said her name made her blood boil, his gaze locked on the empty space where Elena had just been vibrating with furious, wounded energy. How could he be so calm when she was burning inside?“Was I just a distraction? A convenient toy you’ve now grown bored of?”“Don’t be dramatic, Elena. I’ve been busy.”She crossed the room, stopping just short of his d