Morning came late. Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, golden and warm on Maddie’s bare back. She stirred slowly, body aching in all the right places, sheets tangled between her…
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Daniel was still asleep, curled half under the Egyptian cotton sheets, his breathing soft and peaceful. Tyrone stood at the window shirtless, sipping a thick espresso, his muscles still sore…
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Mason stepped inside, the screen door clicking shut behind him. The place was warm — too warm — and not just from the fire crackling low in the stone hearth.…
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But just as they began to drift into silence… a knock came at the door. Jack’s eyes flicked to the clock. Mason. Kristy’s head lifted, eyes wide with sudden realization. “Jack……
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Tyrone had just finished a set of pushups—sweat glistening on his bare, bulging chest—when the knock came. Not the usual buzz of the intercom. Not the chime of a visitor…
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The water had gone still again. The moon had climbed high. And Maddie, still floating lazily in the warm pool, had long since accepted that whoever had been watching her…
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Tyrone woke up slowly. The scent of last night still clung to his sheets—feminine musk, high-end perfume, and his own deep, musky cologne, now sweat-worn and soaked into the cotton.…
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The sun was slipping beneath the horizon when Maddie finally emerged from her bedroom. She stood at the top of the grand staircase in a dress that shimmered like liquid…
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A few days had passed since the last knock on Jack’s cabin door, and the summer air was thick with pine, heat, and the kind of stillness that made every creak…
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Jim, the mortician, was a disgusting man. His lab coat was stained with God knows what, and his hands were always cold and clammy. But none of that mattered to…
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The air was thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and sweat. The firepit in the clearing behind the old Elk Ridge Tavern roared tall, crackling and spitting embers into…
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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…
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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.…
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The call came just after sunset. Jack had just finished splitting a few final logs behind his cabin when his phone buzzed against the workbench. He almost ignored it. Most…
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Tyrone boarded the private business-class section of the luxury Scandinavian carrier in a sleek black suit, the buttons of his charcoal shirt left provocatively undone at the collar. He exuded…
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The morning sun spilled through the gauzy curtains of the Hartleys’ guest bedroom, catching in Maddie’s tousled blonde hair as she stretched languidly in bed. Her body still thrummed with…
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The next night, Stockholm was alive in its own mysterious way—quiet, stylish, and deceptively decadent beneath its polished surface. After a full day of negotiations and follow-ups, Tyrone found himself…
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Maddie barely heard the creak of the front door over the panting, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the muffled cries she couldn’t keep in. Her body arched,…
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