EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
Or so I liked to tell myself.
But today, control felt like a fraying thread, pulled taut by the man sitting two seats to my left.
Minato.
My assistant.
My lover.
The one who knew every inch of my body better than I did myself. He was twenty-nine, with that effortless poise that turned heads...dark hair falling just so over his forehead, eyes like polished obsidian, and a smile that could disarm a boardroom or unravel me in private.
Today, he was in his usual armor...a tailored black suit that hugged his lean frame, shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a sliver of smooth, tanned skin.