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Jerry's hands moved with confident purpose, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in the messy bun of her hair while the other pressed against the curve of her hip. His touch was firm but not rough, exploring the way her body felt beneath his palms. The desk creaked softly as he shifted closer, his legs pressing between hers. "God, you taste even better than I imagined," he murmured against her mouth, his voice thick. His tongue swept over hers again and again, each kiss growing more desperate as he lost himself in the sensation of finally having Emma in his arms. His free hand began to slide down from her hair, tracing the line of her neck and shoulder before moving lower to cup the side of her breast through her shirt. He could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric and the rapid beat of her heart against his palm. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he muttered, pulling back a little. He rested his forehead against hers, kissing her cheeks and then her neck be

One queen bed. One blanket. The room smelled like rain and cheap, powdery soap. Jerry laid her down carefully, making sure not to wake her. He stood beside the bed, watching her spread across the pillow, and let out a soft sigh. He turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks when he heard Emma mumble something. A frown settled on his forehead as he moved closer to hear what she was saying. Emma, half-asleep, muttered, "Did we finish the investor deck?" "Investor deck?" Jerry whispered, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. This girl was something else—was she really dreaming about work? Had he overworked her to such an extent that it invaded her sleep? He looked down at her, slowly pushing a strand of hair from her face, careful not to stir her. "Sleep. I'll handle it," he whispered, stroking her hair slowly. *** Emma woke up, stretching her hands out. She stared at the ceiling for approximately an hour, her eyes wide open. She quickly sat upright, blinking twice.

Emma looked out the window at the setting sun. Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced down. *Beth.* She picked it up, expecting a casual check-in. "Hey, Beth." "Emma! You’ll never guess," Beth’s bubbly voice echoed through the speaker. "There is a beach party coming up, and Isla wants you to come—of course, me too!" she said quickly_almost too fast it was hard Emma to grasp . Emma blinked twice, trying to process everything, as Beth had said it all in one breath. Luan and Kristie turned to face her, both asking quietly, "Who’s that?" Emma pulled the phone away from her ear a little as she mouthed, "Jerry’s sister. She’s talking about a beach party." They both stared at Emma in surprise. Before Luan sent her a playful wink and turned back to Kristie, she whispered, "I told you this was fate." Emma rolled her eyes at Luan’s words. "Emma? Are you there?" "Oh, sorry, Beth. Sure, I am listening," she paused for a moment. "So, this beach party—does it happen

The morning of the beach party arrived with a blinding, relentless sun. Emma’s apartment was a war zone of hangers, discarded outfits, and half-empty makeup bags. Emma stood in front of her mirror, pulling at the sides of a plain, navy blue bikini. It was simple, durable, and frankly, a little boring. She let out a long, frustrated sigh, dropping her arms. "I look like I’m going to a community pool," she muttered, glaring at her reflection. "Why couldn't I find anything better?"Luan walked into the room, twirling in front of the mirror in a stunning, high-fashion red bikini with gold hardware that caught the light perfectly. She looked like she had just walked off a yacht in the Mediterranean."Oh, please," Kristie said, checking her nails. "You look fine. You look 'approachable.' Besides, you don't need a thousand-dollar set to show off your body. You've got the natural stuff. Just own it.""It’s not about owning it, Kristie . It’s about the fact that everyone there is going to

The golden hour had turned the sky into a canvas of bruised purples and burnt oranges, casting long, dramatic shadows across the Sterling estate. Jackson, had arrived a few minutes prior, his presence radiating a kind of corporate urgency . Jerry had given Emma a lingering look—one that felt heavy with unspoken intent—before excusing himself with a stiff nod to handle the business matter. Emma walked back toward the group, her heart still humming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. As she approached, Luan and Kristie immediately converged on her, their faces lit up with mischievous, knowing grins. Luan nudged Emma’s shoulder hard enough to make her stumble, sending a playful, arched-eyebrow wink her way that practically shouted, *We know exactly what just happened.* Emma just shook her head, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips. She was about to suggest they head to the buffet for some late-afternoon snacks when a cold, sharp voice sliced through the laughter. "Emma. A