All Chapters of Burning Desires (An Open Marriage With The Billionaire): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SOPHIA LANCASTER He stepped back just enough to undo his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers. He was hard, beautifully, painfully hard, standing at full attention, the thick veins pulsing with a need that mirrored my own.I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length. The velvet steel of him was hot against my palm. He hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, a bead of pre-come pearling at the tip."You have no idea," he groaned, his head falling back as I stroked him, "how much I thought about your hands last night, wanting your hands on me. How many times have I lay in my room imagining exactly this?""Then come here," I whispered, pulling him toward me by his hardness. "Stop imagining."I stayed on the edge of the table, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stepped between them again. The cold metal of the table bit into my thighs, but the heat radiating from Ethan was a furnace. He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad, blunt tip of him brushin

SOPHIA LANCASTERI gripped the steering wheel of my car, thinking about the fight I had with Ethan. I had been harsh. I had treated Ethan Calder, a man who could cripple national banks with a keystroke, a man who had built a technological empire from nothing like he was just hired help with benefits. It was a defense mechanism, of course but I shouldn’t have handled it that manner. I finally arrived at my house and I stopped the car at the driveway, I took the private elevator up, when the doors slid open, I noticed that the house was empty. Daniel isn’t back. That was great.I tossed my purse onto the island and poured a glass of water, my hand trembling slightly. I pulled out my phone and dialed Ethan’s contact, he picked up on the first ring."I was just about to call you," Ethan's voice came through the speaker, it wasn't the angry tone I had left him with."I'm sorry," I said, leaning my hip against the counter. "I was... brutal. I didn't mean to dismiss your contribution, Etha

SOPHIA LANCASTER Julian chuckled, the sound low and dark, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. “Bossy even now,” he murmured, but his hands didn’t stop moving. One slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the lace of my bra, while the other continued its slow ascent up my thigh, his fingers inching closer to where I needed him most.I whimpered, my hips lifting off the bar in silent plea. “Julian…”“Patience,” he murmured against my collarbone, his lips trailing a path of fire down to the valley between my breasts. His fingers finally reached their destination, slipping beneath the damp fabric of my panties, and I cried out when he found my slick and ready, my body trembling with anticipation. “Fuck, Sophia,” he groaned, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re dripping for me.”I couldn’t form words, my mind short-circuiting as he circled my clit with slow, deliberate strokes, his touch maddeningly light. “More,” i managed, my voice thick with

DANIEL HAWTHORNEThe reflection in the mirror was that of a king on coronation day. I adjusted the Windsor knot of my deep crimson silk tie, smoothing my hands down my tailored Brioni suit. The fabric fell perfectly against my frame, today was the day. After years of meticulous maneuvering, board wrangling, and dealing with the stubborn ghost of the Lancaster name, my legacy was finally being cemented into the bedrock of the tech industry."Look at this, Sophia," I said, my voice rich with satisfaction. I didn't turn around, simply watching her in the mirror's reflection as she moved quietly around the master bedroom. "Hawthorne Vision is going to be the gold standard by the time the bell rings on Wall Street."Sophia paused near the edge of the bed, fastening a delicate silver watch to her wrist. She was wearing a charcoal grey suit, her face was pale, devoid of the emotional volatility that usually made her so exhausting to manage."It's certainly an end, Daniel," she replied quietl

SOPHIA LANCASTERThe private elevator doors slid open and I stepped into Ethan's home. He was standing in the center of the living room, illuminated by the massive, wall-to-wall flat screens that dominated the space. The volume was muted, but the images spoke volumes. Every financial news network was broadcasting the exact same thing: a chaotic sea of flashing red arrows and frantic anchors pointing at charts that mirrored a cliff face.LANCASTER INNOVATIONS: CATASTROPHIC SERVER FAILURE. STOCK DOWN 22% IN EARLY TRADING.Ethan didn't look at the screens, he was looking at me. In his hands, he held two crystal glasses filled with a rich, dark red wine. The bottle of vintage Bordeaux sat open on the sleek kitchen island behind him.A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as I walked toward him. He looked like a wolf who had just watched the trap snap shut on his prey. "You look entirely too calm for a woman who just vaporized a billion-dollar legacy," he murmured."I'm not calm,"