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…

The ocean still echoed in Maddie’s ears when she woke, the scent of salt and sunscreen lingering on her sun-kissed skin. Her golden hair was tousled across the pillow, and her bikini top lay discarded on the floor next to…

Maddie had drifted between wakefulness and sleep for hours. Ever since she’d shut the door on Vanessa and Graham outside her room, her skin had felt electrified—every nerve ending alive, humming. She’d tried counting breathing exercises. Tried focusing on the…

It was just past noon when Jack heard the familiar sound of tires crunching up the gravel drive. He glanced up from his workbench, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm. Another hot, still summer day…

The house was quiet again. Still. After the charged, almost dangerous heat in the kitchen, it was hard to believe the moment had even happened. But Maddie felt it — in her skin, in her pulse, in the hum between her legs.…