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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

Ramirez summons us to discuss the details of crossing the border. While Zach and Marta handle plane repairs, Elena and I follow Ramirez through a maze of rock formations behind the adobe building, where rusted trucks and contraband crates lie.

He points out routes on a dusty map, his voice clipped. "We load you into a convoy tonight, then we swap vehicles near the crossing. You cause trouble, we drop you. Understood?"

We nod, exchanging wary looks. After the briefing, he dismisses us. Elena and I linger among the rock faces, the scorching heat pressing down. She grabs my hand, pulling me into a narrow alcove for a moment's reprieve.

Her chest heaves from the climb, sweat beading along her collarbone. I find myself pressing closer, tension transforming into raw attraction. Our lips hover near each other's, the air crackling with unsaid need. We shouldn't, a warning rings in my head, but the adrenaline of constant flight fuels something deeper.

She tugs me closer by my shirt, our mouths colliding in a fierce, desperate kiss. Sand crunches underfoot as we brace against the canyon wall. My hands slide down her waist, heart hammering. The forbidden thrill heightens every sensation. But voices echo nearby. We break apart, panting, eyes locked. Even these brief stolen touches burn into my memory.

Chapter 52: Desert Heat and Lingering Touches