Blexyn Rhodes
I don’t do soft touches or polite requests. I do the kind of nights that start with your panties shoved in my pocket and end with you shaking, dripping, and begging me not to stop even when you can’t take another orgasm.
The scholarship student who gets caught with a vibrator still buzzing in an empty lecture hall.
The bodyguard assigned to protect the mafia princess who starts using her instead.
The stepbrother who finally stops pretending the shared house is big enough for both of them.
The surgeon who blackmails his favourite nurse into becoming his private after-hours addiction.
The young secretary who learns that working late for her powerful female boss means far more than taking notes.
You can stop reading whenever you want.
We both know you won’t.
Some secrets refuse to stay buried once the hallway goes quiet.
They wait for the next time no one is watching.
Welcome to Midnight Transactions.
Don’t expect clean sheets by morning.
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