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The old church smelled of incense and secrets. Lila stood in the bridal suite, adjusting her maid-of-honor dress that clung to her full breasts and flared at her hips. Her best friend, Sophia, was glowing in white lace, laughing with the other girls.But Lila’s stomach twisted with guilt and something far darker.Across the hall, in the groom’s suite, was him.Damien. Sophia’s fiancé. The man Lila had secretly craved since college. The one who used to look at her a second too long when Sophia wasn’t watching. Tall, broad-shouldered and a quiet intensity that made her thighs clench. Tonight he would marry her best friend.She shouldn’t be here.Yet when Damien texted her, ‘Need to talk. Groom’s room. Now’ she came.She slipped inside and locked the door. Damien stood by the window in his half-buttoned white shirt and black trousers. The moment their eyes met, the air thickened with years of suppressed hunger.“Lila…” His voice was rough, strained. “I can’t do this. Not without…”“Witho

The loud, deep music from the club thumped through the hot, sticky night air like another heartbeat. Sofia gripped her glass tighter, the drink doing nothing to temper the heat building under her skin. She’d come here alone, something she never did, chasing the kind of trouble that might quiet the ache she’d carried for months. Work, routine, loneliness. Tonight, she wanted to feel alive.She scanned the crowded rooftop bar in a black dress that hugged every curve. The city lights glittered below but her eyes kept drifting to him.He stood at the railing, tall and commanding, broad shoulders filling out a black button-down shirt rolled up to reveal veined forearms. Dark hair, sharp jawline, and eyes that burned even from across the space. When their gazes locked, the world narrowed. No smile. Just raw, unfiltered hunger that made her thighs press together instinctively.He didn’t look away. Instead, he walked toward her, moving with predatory grace through the crowd. Sofia’s pulse ham

The house was quiet. Mom and Dad had fallen asleep on the couch again, the late-night movie still playing softly. Riley lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, heart racing for reasons she refused to name.At twenty-one, she should have been used to living with her stepbrother, but the tension between them had only grown worse over the last year. Jax, tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair had become impossible to ignore. He was twenty-four, worked construction, and carried himself with that quiet, brooding confidence that made her thighs squeeze together whenever he walked into a room.She heard her bedroom door open.Riley sat up quickly, pulling the sheet over her tank top and panties. Jax slipped inside, closing the door behind him.“Jax… what the hell are you doing?” she whispered, voice shaky. “Mom and Dad are right downstairs.”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crossed the room in two strides and sat on the edge of her bed. His hand reached out, brushin

The spa smelled of lavender but the scent did nothing to calm Sophia’s racing nerves. She lay face-down on the massage table, a white sheet draped over her lower body. Her husband, Marcus, was in the private waiting lounge right next door, separated only by a wall and a sliding door. He had insisted on coming with her for their anniversary weekend getaway, saying he’d relax with a book while she got her “much-needed” massage.If only he knew.The door opened softly. “Mrs. Bennett? I’m Luca. I’ll be taking care of you today.”Sophia’s breath caught. Luca was devastatingly handsome, mid-30s, tall, with olive skin, sculpted arms, and dark wavy hair tied back. His deep voice carried a slight Italian accent that made her toes curl. He moved with quiet confidence as he warmed oil between his strong hands.“Any areas of tension today?” he asked, his tone professional but warm.“Shoulders and lower back,” she murmured, already feeling heat pool between her thighs. She was 34, happily married…

The annual company gala was in full swing on the top floor of the skyscraper. Laughter filled the air as employees celebrated another record year under CEO Victor Langford’s leadership. Nathan Reyes, Victor’s most trusted senior executive and head of operations, stood near the bar drinking whiskey. At 34, he was the picture of professional success and a reputation for getting things done.But tonight, his focus wasn’t on mergers or quarterly reports.It was on her.Isabella Langford, the CEO’s 22-year-old daughter. She had just graduated from business school and was interning at the company for the summer. She looked stunning in a tight dress that hugged her curves and her eyes kept finding Nathan across the room with unmistakable hunger.She was completely off-limits. Victor had made that clear to every man in the company, especially his top employee.Yet here she was, cornering him.The party was winding down when Isabella grabbed Nathan’s wrist and pulled him toward the private exe