The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, low growls, muffled moans, and the desperate rhythm of bodies colliding. Brooke's cheek was pressed to the glass, her…
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Brooke's breath hitched as she felt Tyrone’s hands slide up the backs of her thighs, slow and deliberate. Her skirt rose with his touch until it bunched around her hips.…
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Brooke stepped into Tyrone’s office like she didn’t belong there—like she knew damn well she shouldn’t be asking him for anything. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk let in the late…
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Tyrone had never needed a vacation more. Two weeks away from the boardrooms, briefcases, and nonstop calls. The Bahamian breeze felt like freedom itself — warm, salt-kissed, and full of…
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It was well past the end of the workday, but the office was still alive with energy — the low hum of the air conditioner, the soft rustle of paper,…
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The hum of the city was a low, constant thrum beneath the soaring heights of the Grand Meridian Hotel. Tyrone, fresh off the plane and still adjusting to the time…
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The bass thrummed in my chest, a familiar rhythm in a new place. Onyx, the Dom/sub club, was a new sanctuary for me. Tonight, the air crackled with a different…
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The bass thrummed in my chest, a familiar rhythm in a new place. Onyx, the Dom/sub club, was a new sanctuary for me. Tonight, the air crackled with a different…
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The bass thrummed in my chest, a familiar rhythm in a place I knew so well. Onyx, the Dom/sub club, was my sanctuary. Tonight, the air crackled with a different…
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As the springtime office party commenced in honor of Larry's retirement, Tyrone, the tall and imposing office manager, stood up to give a speech. His deep voice boomed through the…
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