Two nights later Daniel had left early for a business seminar—wide-eyed, obedient, freshly marked by Tyrone. He was glowing from the attention, the guidance, the sensation of being chosen. In his mind, Tyrone had become the center of gravity. Celeste…
The scent of espresso and sweat still clung to the sheets when Tyrone rose, slow and deliberate, the early sun painting gold across his inked skin. Daniel and Rook were still asleep—twisted in his sheets, marked, satisfied, submissive. Tyrone stood…
The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not off, just dim enough to bathe the space in deep bronze shadows that slid across the floor like molten desire. Tyrone stood…
After landing, Tyrone didn’t go straight to the office or the gym. He went home—to his sleek, masculine penthouse overlooking the skyline. Dim lighting. Black marble floors. Brushed steel accents. A fully stocked bar and a walk-in rain shower the…
Traci doesn’t just manage the swing shift—she dominates it. When a late-night meeting turns into a full-blown office kink confession, she takes control and gives her employee a taste of what it really means to work under her.