Craving The Enemy
The kind of place meant to impress board members, not make someone feel at home.
I wandered through the space, hands shoved in my pockets, soaking it in. His world now. Cold, polished, untouchable.
Except.
I opened a drawer in the bedroom, and my eyebrows shot up.
“Well, well,” I murmured, pulling out the sleek black toy. “Mr. Reyes, what have you been up to?”
I turned it over in my hand, smirking. Just imagining him with it—his head tipped back, eyes shut, mouth open—was enough to make my jeans feel tight.
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