The soft click of the door closing echoed like a gunshot in Daniel’s ears. His fingers lingered on the handle…
The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not…
As I sauntered along the sandy shores of the secluded beach, the warm Caribbean breeze caressing my caramel…
After landing, Tyrone didn’t go straight to the office or the gym. He went home—to his sleek, masculine…
Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t smoke to impress men. I smoke because the room looks better…