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"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm. Velia squeezed Lucas' broad chest. Lucas' reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas' masculinity at her sensitive spot. Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion. As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood. Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze. Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

I leaned down, my breasts brushing his shoulder as I whispered in his ear, “J’ai envie de toi. Je veux sentir ta grosse bite en moi.” His breath hitched. He turned his head, our faces inches apart. “You know what you’re doing.” “Yes,” I whispered. “And I think you want it too.” He stood up suddenly, towering over me. In one swift motion, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the dining table, scattering the French textbooks. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry, demanding, years of restrained lust finally breaking free. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as I pulled him closer. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my bare ass. T

“She’s probably terrified I’ll try to kill you and then she’d lose her job because your hot husband is most likely to come for her if you died.” “Got any more jokes about my ‘hot husband’, Juniper?” She smirked at me as the receptionist walked out. “Not really,” she murmured. And then she leaned forward. “I just… I’ve been trying to process things, alright? How is it that you married another man days after you got your heart broken?” ‘Hours,’ I nearly corrected her. But who’s counting? “A billionaire, nonetheless. You know, I’ve been reading about him a lot lately. I still can’t believe ‘you’ were able to attract him. Wow.”

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?