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Lucas Reed is a sharp, ambitious man working his way up in a high-stakes corporate world under the shadow of his powerful boss, Adrian Vasquez—a man who controls empires and crushes those who dare to betray him. Lucas has kept his head down, played by the rules, and earned Vasquez’s trust.

But then Elena Vasquez steps into his life.

Seductive. Unpredictable. Dangerous.

One late night, she shows up at his door, wrapped in silk and smelling of jasmine, whispering things that shouldn’t be said. Lucas knows this is a game, but who is playing who? Is she truly unsatisfied in her marriage, looking for an escape? Or is she testing him—a pawn in her own rebellion?

As their encounters grow bolder, Lucas finds himself trapped between his growing obsession with her and the looming threat of Vasquez finding out. The deeper he falls, the more he realizes:

This isn’t just an affair. It’s a war.

A war where love, lust, and betrayal will decide who survives—and who gets burned.

My Boss’s Wife Wants More

Nightfall. Under the vast spread of desert stars, we gather near Ramirez's convoy—two pickup trucks and a battered SUV. Zach and Marta discuss last-minute logistics with the smugglers, engines idling.

Elena and I stand off to the side, the desert air cool but charged with an undercurrent of danger. She glances at me, chewing her lip. "I meant what I said before," she murmurs. "I can't do this alone, Lucas."

Something about her vulnerability amid all this chaos makes my chest tighten. I cradle her cheek. "You won't have to," I whisper, voice low. Desire flickers again, but it's laced with something deeper—a need to protect and a craving I can't fully tame.

Her hand slides under my jacket, fingers splaying against my chest. The tension is electric. We could be discovered any second. She rises on tiptoe, pressing a searing kiss to my neck, teeth grazing lightly. I stifle a groan. "God, Elena…"

She smirks against my skin. "I'm done pretending I'm not burning for you." Her whisper is hoarse with longing. If it weren't for the headlights catching on us, we might sink into a full-blown, reckless embrace. The knowledge that we're being watched keeps our clothes on—for now. But the promise lingers.

Chapter 53: A Confession Under the Stars