Todos los capítulos de One Night with the Young CEO: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The city blurred past the windows as Liam guided Sarah into her house. She leaned heavily on his arm, her perfume clinging to him like a spell, sweet and intoxicating. He had told himself a hundred times not to stay, not to cross the line. But when she tugged his hand toward her bedroom, stumbling with drunken boldness, he followed.The room was dim, lit only by a bedside lamp casting amber shadows on cream-colored sheets. Sarah sank onto the mattress with a low laugh, her hair tumbling wildly around her flushed face.“Stay,” she whispered, her voice husky.Liam hesitated at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. He was used to control, of his company, his life, even of women who threw themselves at him. But with Sarah, the power slipped away the moment her dark, hungry eyes locked onto his.She reached up, tugging him closer. “Don’t be shy, young man.”The tease in her tone made his pulse throb. He leaned down, ready to claim her mouth, but Sarah surpr

Sarah’s breath hitched, her whole body frozen as Liam’s words echoed in the room.You’re the one who chained me.Impossible. She couldn’t have, could she? She had been drunk, yes, dangerously drunk. But chaining a man, this man to her bed? That wasn’t just reckless, it was insane.Yet here he was, wrists bound in shining cuffs, broad chest rising and falling, gray-blue eyes smoldering as though he enjoyed every second of her panic.Sarah’s hands clutched the sheets to her chest as though they could shield her from the sheer beauty of him. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and heat burned low in her belly despite her best attempts at reason.“You’re lying,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I—I don’t even own cuffs.”His smirk deepened, devastating and slow. “You don’t remember, do you?”Her mouth went dry.Liam shifted, the movement sending a ripple through the muscles of his arms and chest. The cuffs clinked against the headboard, the sound wicked in the silence. “You pulled them out fr

Sarah’s hand still rested on his foot, trembling as if the slightest movement might shatter the fragile reality around her.The warmth of his skin seeped into her palm, the veins beneath her fingertips pulsing steady, alive. She couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop breathing in the forbidden sight before her.For years, she had denied this. Buried it. Hated herself for it. But here she was, forty-five years old, divorced, scarred but breathing, finally daring to touch the thing she had once believed made her unworthy of love.Her lips parted. Her breath came shallow.Do it, something whispered inside her. Taste it. Claim it.Her heart hammered as she leaned forward. She didn’t feel forty-five in that moment. She didn’t feel broken. She felt like a trembling girl, fragile and wild, about to touch fire for the first time.Her mouth hovered inches above Liam’s arch. She hesitated, shame clawing at her, but the unconscious curl of his toes, his reflexive, unguarded movement pulled her in

Sarah’s breath was ragged, uneven, her chest rising and falling in frantic waves as she pulled back, lips glistening, trembling all over.She had done it.God help her, she had actually done it.Her hands shook as she clutched the sheets to her chest, body pressed against the side of the bed as though distance could erase what just happened. Her tongue burned with the taste of him, her lips swollen from worship, her knees sore from kneeling too long.And yet the ache between her thighs was fiercer than ever.Her body hummed with a wild, dangerous electricity, but her mind screamed. She had crossed a line no one even knew existed. She had opened a door she swore she would never touch.Her ex-husband’s voice echoed again. Disgusting. Dirty. Sick.Sarah pressed her trembling hand against her mouth as if to hold the shame in.But then, “Sarah…”Her name. Spoken in that low, hoarse, broken voice that wrapped around her like smoke.Her eyes shot up. He was watching her, eyes half-lidded, ch

The pounding at the door snapped Sarah awake.Her heart lurched in her chest. She pushed up on her elbows, blinking against the gray morning light that filtered through the blinds. For a second she thought she had dreamed it all, the wine, the ride home, the way she had stumbled into his arms and then into her own bed.But then she turned her head.And there he was.The stranger. The man she had dragged home like a terrible, reckless mistake. He was sprawled across her sheets, bare chest rising and falling, hair tousled, mouth curved in a faint, knowing smirk as though he hadn’t just stolen her sanity the night before.Another knock. Firmer this time.“Dr. Smith?” A clipped, professional voice carried through the wood. “It’s Bella. Are you up? You’re running late.”Sarah froze, blood rushing in her ears. Bella. Her secretary. Always punctual, always annoyingly efficient. And now, seconds away from walking into the most compromising situation of Sarah’s life.“Oh my God,” Sarah whisper