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Chapter 11: The stand in

Sloane woke up to soft grey light filtering through the bookshop windows. Her body was warm. Too warm. Callum’s arm was heavy across her waist, his chest pressed to her back, breathing slow and even. She was still naked. Sticky between her thighs from last night. The usual panic hit her chest hard — the impulse to slip out quietly, get dressed, leave a note, disappear before things got real. She should do that. She always did that.But she didn’t move. Just lay there, heart hammering, feeling the solid warmth of him. The way his fingers twitched against her stomach in his sleep. Her nipples hardened against the cool morning air. Fresh heat bloomed between her legs, slick and needy again. Her body remembered everything. Every moan. Every thrust. Every time he’d called her baby like he meant it.What the hell is wrong with me? I never stay. I should go. This is going to hurt when it ends.Callum stirred behind her. His arm tightened. He pressed a slow kiss to the back of her shoulde

Chapter 12: Wrong playlist

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else.She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.AirDrop was still on from the airport. She didn’t notice.The second she hit play, the notification popped up.Daniel's iPhone has accepted: Untitled Playlist.Her stomach dropped straight through the floor.She whipped her head toward the middle seat. The guy there — dark hair, worn paperback in his lap, good headphones around his neck — was staring at his phone with this stunned, fo

Chapter 13: Wrong playlist

The shared earbud felt dangerous from the second Mara slid it in. One side for her, one for him. The wire connecting them like some stupid, intimate lifeline. The playlist started again — low at first, then building. A woman’s breathy voice moaning softly, begging for more. Wet sounds. Filthy words.Mara’s face burned. She kept her eyes on the dark window, pretending she wasn’t dying inside. Her thighs were already pressed tight together. She could feel how wet she was. Shame sat heavy in her stomach, but the heat between her legs was worse. Louder.Daniel’s shoulder pressed against hers in the narrow seats. Solid. Warm. His breathing had changed. Deeper. Rougher.“This one,” he whispered, so close his breath brushed her ear. “This is you when you’re desperate… isn’t it?”Mara nodded before she could stop herself. Just a tiny movement. Her cheeks felt like fire. “I… yeah. Sometimes.”He didn’t laugh. Didn’t judge. Just made this low sound in his throat that made her pussy clench. The

Chapter 14: Wrong playlist

The car ride was torture. Forty minutes of stolen glances and hands almost touching on the seat between them. Mara’s apartment building came into view and her heart was already racing so hard she felt dizzy. The second the door clicked shut behind them, everything exploded.She shoved him against the wall, kissing him like she was starving. Desperate. Messy. “Daniel— I need you inside me,” she gasped against his mouth. “I’ve been soaked since the fucking plane. Please.”“Fuck, Mara,” he groaned, hands gripping her hips hard, pulling her against him. She could feel how hard he was. He kissed her back just as hungry, tongue sliding against hers while he walked her backward toward the kitchen.He stripped her fast. Top gone. Bra yanked down. His mouth found her breasts immediately, sucking hard, teeth grazing, leaving marks that made her whimper. She arched into him, fingers in his hair, moaning loud already.“Daniel— oh god—”He dropped to his knees right there against the kitchen count

Chapter 15: Wrong playlist

Mara woke first. Grey morning light slipped through the curtains. Daniel’s arm was heavy across her waist, his body warm against her back. She lay there completely still, heart hammering. The old panic hit hard — the urge to slip out quietly, get dressed, leave a note, protect herself before he could leave first. What the hell am I doing? I should go make coffee. I should put distance between us. This is too much, too fast. But she didn’t move. She stayed right there, feeling his slow breathing against her neck. Her body reacted anyway — nipples tightening, fresh slick heat between her thighs. She wanted him again. Even after last night. Especially after last night. Daniel stirred. His arm tightened around her and he pressed a sleepy kiss to her shoulder. “Morning, baby.” She turned in his arms. Their eyes met. He looked soft. Open. The fear in her chest loosened just a little. “Morning,” she whispered. He kissed her slow. Gentle at first. Then deeper. Hands sliding over he

Chapter 16:Bent By My Rival

Nadia pushed open the lab door at 6:45 exactly. The quiet was supposed to be hers. The clean workstations, the ordered tools, the space where she could think without anyone breathing down her neck.Jonah was already there.Of course he fucking was.His side of the lab looked like a bomb went off. Schematics everywhere. Three half-empty coffee cups. That damn prototype arm joint scattered across his desk like it was mid-surgery. And his equipment cart — her equipment cart — had been shoved six inches into her territory.She didn’t say good morning. Neither did he.She walked straight to the cart and dragged it back. Precisely six inches. The wheels squeaked loud in the quiet lab.Jonah looked up. His eyes tracked her movement. Lingered on her ass as she bent slightly to adjust it. She felt it. That slow, heavy stare. Heat crawled up her spine and settled low in her belly.She straightened fast. “It was in my space.”He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. That stupid half-smirk on h

Chapter 17:Bent By My Rival

Three weeks of this hell.Three weeks of Jonah’s chaos bleeding into her space. Three weeks of pretending the taped line on the workbench still mattered. Three weeks of catching herself staring at his hands, his mouth, the way his jaw flexed when he was focused. Three weeks of going home wet and angry and touching herself in the shower while cursing his name.Nadia was exhausted. And wired. And so fucking aware of him it made her want to scream.It was 9pm on a Wednesday when her calibration sequence crashed again. Not a small glitch. A fundamental failure. Four months of work collapsing on her screen in red error messages. She sat there staring at it, fingers frozen on the keyboard, that familiar heavy stillness settling in her chest.Jonah noticed. He always noticed.“What broke?” he asked from across the lab. Not pushing. Just… there.“Nothing,” she snapped. Voice too sharp.He got up anyway. Crossed the taped line like it was nothing. Came to stand behind her chair. Close. Too clo

Chapter 18:Bent By My Rival

The department function had been unbearable. Forty minutes of pretending they weren’t watching each other across the room. Forty minutes of polite conversations while Nadia felt his eyes on her like hands. The dark green dress suddenly felt too tight, too revealing. Every time their gazes locked her stomach flipped and heat pooled low between her legs.When Jonah finally walked over to the drinks table, she didn’t move away.They barely spoke. Just stood there, close enough that his arm brushed hers. The tension was so thick she could barely breathe.“You look…” he started, voice low.“Don’t,” she said. But her eyes dropped to his mouth.They left together twenty minutes later. No discussion. Just a silent agreement in the way he held the door for her and she didn’t argue.The car ride to her apartment was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. His hand rested on the gear shift, close to her thigh. She wanted to touch it. She didn’t. The ache between her legs had been building

Chapter 19:Bent By My Rival

Nadia woke first. Early morning light crept through the curtains of her bedroom. Jonah was still asleep beside her, one arm slung heavy across her waist, his face relaxed in a way she’d never seen in the lab. Peaceful. Warm. Real. The old panic hit her chest immediately. That familiar urge to slip out quietly, make coffee alone, build some distance before he could wake up and regret last night. Before things got complicated. Before she had to feel everything. What the hell am I doing? I should get up. Make an excuse. Protect myself. But she didn’t move. She stayed right there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing against her skin. Her body reacted anyway. Nipples tightening. Heat blooming low between her legs. She wanted him again. Even after everything they’d done last night. She turned toward him slowly. Traced her fingers lightly down his chest, over his stomach. He stirred but didn’t wake. She leaned in and kissed his jaw, then his neck, soft at first. Then dee

Chapter 20: The Lighthouse keeper

Cara stepped off the supply boat onto the narrow dock and the wind immediately whipped her hair across her face. The island felt smaller than the photos suggested. Eleven acres of rock and grass and one tall white tower cutting into the grey sky. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and looked up the path.Eli Marsh was waiting at the top.The second she saw him, something low and sharp hit her in the stomach. He was tall, broad-shouldered, built like someone who worked with his hands every single day. Weathered in a way that made her throat feel tight. His coat hung open over a worn sweater, and even from this distance she could see the way his chest filled it out. Strong arms. Big hands. The kind of quiet stillness that made her mind immediately go places it had no business going.What the hell is wrong with me? I just got here.She started walking up the path. Her boots slipped once on the wet wood and she caught herself. When she reached him, he didn’t smile. Didn’t o

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