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The rain was still hammering against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the boardroom, but the atmosphere inside had changed. The cold, professional air of the corporate world had been replaced by the thick, heavy scent of sex and sweat. Clara lay on the dark wood of the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her skin was flushed, and her heart was still hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.Kael stood over her, his silhouette tall and imposing against the backdrop of the city lights. He wasn't finished. Even after the explosive release on the table, his eyes remained dark with a hunger that seemed bottomless. He looked down at her—his assistant, his possession—and a slow, predatory smirk spread across his face."You think because we’ve used the office and the boardroom, the night is over?" Kael’s voice was a low growl that vibrated in the quiet room.Clara looked up at him, her hair fanned out across the polished mahogany. "Kael... I can barely move," she whispered, though

The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains of the bedroom. It was a warm, golden light that hit the big, soft bed where Dante and Elena slept. Today was a very special day. It was their anniversary. They had been married for five years, but to Dante, every day with Elena felt like the first time.Dante was a big man. He had thick muscles from his job, and his skin was tanned and warm. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He was dreaming of his wife.Elena woke up first. She looked at Dante. She loved his strong jaw and the way his dark hair fell over his forehead. She wanted to give him a gift he would never forget. She didn't want a watch or a fancy dinner. She wanted him. She wanted his body, his strength, and his hunger.She slid out from under the silk sheets. She was wearing a tiny black lace thong, and nothing else. She walked over to the closet and pulled out one of Dante’s white work shirts. She put it on, but she didn't

Dante stood in the kitchen, his eyes burning with a raw, wild fire. The tension that had been building all day through those texts was finally reaching its breaking point. Elena sat on the cold marble counter, her black silk robe hanging open. She looked like a goddess of desire. The red juice from the strawberry was still on her lip, looking like a drop of blood."You have no idea how much trouble you are in," Dante growled. His voice was so deep it made the plates in the cupboard vibrate.Elena didn't look scared. She looked hungry. She reached out and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer until their chests were touching. "I told you, Dante. I don't want the polite husband today. I want the man who owns me."Dante didn't wait. He grabbed her thighs and spread them even wider. He reached down and felt the red thong. It was soaking wet. He didn't bother trying to slide it off. He hooked his fingers into the delicate lace and pulled. The sound of the fabric rippin

The house was completely silent. Outside, the city was asleep, but inside the bedroom, the air was still thick with the scent of their lovemaking. Dante and Elena were tucked under the heavy blankets. The cool air from the window felt good against their skin. For a moment, it seemed like they were finally going to sleep.But Dante couldn't close his eyes. He turned on his side and looked at his wife. In the soft glow of the moonlight, Elena looked perfect. Her skin was glowing. Her hair was messy on the pillow. She looked like a woman who had been loved thoroughly, but Dante felt a fresh spark of desire starting in his gut.He didn't want the night to end. This was their fifth anniversary, and he wanted to finish it by showing her exactly how much she meant to him. He wanted to go beyond the quick, rough sex of the kitchen and the shower. He wanted to take her slowly, to explore every inch of her until they were both completely spent.He reached out and traced the line of her sho

The morning light was very dim. The snow was still falling hard outside the cabin. It was so deep that it covered the bottom of the windows. Inside, the fire from the night before had turned into glowing red coals. The cabin was a little bit chilly, but under the heavy fur blankets on Julian’s big wooden bed, it was roasting hot.Sienna woke up slowly. She felt a heavy weight across her waist. It was Julian’s arm. His hand was huge, resting on her stomach. She could feel the heat coming off his body. Every muscle in her body felt sore, but it was a good kind of sore. It was the kind of soreness that reminded her of how Julian had claimed her on the rug in front of the fire.She tried to move, but Julian’s grip tightened. He wasn't asleep anymore."Where are you going?" he muttered. His voice was even deeper and raspier in the morning."I was just looking at the snow," Sienna whispered. She turned over to face him. His dark hair was messy, and his beard looked rugged against the white