บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Temptation : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 85

The office was too quiet after dark.The hum of the city drifted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside Sterling’s office, silence pressed against me like a hand around my throat. My palms were clammy. My knees jittered beneath my skirt. I had told myself a hundred times I should leave—that this was insane, wrong, career suicide—but my body stayed glued to that leather chair.Because the truth was uglier. I wanted it.I wanted them.The door opened. My heart jumped into my throat.Damon strolled in first, jacket slung over his shoulder, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, golden skin gleaming in the dim light. He smirked when he saw me.“Good girl,” he drawled, tossing his jacket over the couch. “I wondered if you’d run.”My throat was dry. “I almost did.”He stepped closer, his scent curling around me, warm spice and sin. His hand brushed my cheek, tilting my chin up.“But you didn’t,” he whispered, his thumb skimming over my lower lip. “You stayed. Which means…” His s

The summer heat clung to the air like honey, thick and sweet, making every breath taste like sweat and temptation. The little suburb outside of Austin wasn’t exactly glamorous, but the evenings held a certain charm—crickets buzzing, porch lights glowing, the faint hum of a neighbor’s lawnmower finally shutting off for the day.I had moved here two months ago, still getting used to the quiet rhythm of cul-de-sac life. Thirty years old, finally done with the mess of downtown, I wanted space. But the quiet had its own kind of ache—loneliness stretched across wide front yards and long driveways.That’s why I noticed him.Ethan was the kind of man who made the air bend around him. Tall, dark-haired, built like he actually did the heavy lifting that most people paid someone else to do. His forearms alone were enough to make my thighs clench, veins ridging up from tanned skin every time he carried something from his truck. He lived three houses down, single as far as I could tell, and always