Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, when Jack had bent her over with her heels still on, his hands gripping her hips like…
The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to leave. Inside the villa, the lights were low. Candles flickered in alcoves, their glow reflecting off marble and gold accents. The space…
Tyrone and Daniel touched down in Cartagena on a Thursday morning, the coastal heat washing over them the moment the jet doors opened. The villa—rented discreetly through a private contact—sat above the old city, hidden behind a wall of flowering…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
It was a typical Tuesday morning when my husband Jack came to me with an unusual proposition. He had an important meeting at his office that he hoped would secure him a long-awaited promotion. But the competition was fierce, and…