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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

Night falls, the camp quiet except for low murmurs. I lead Elena behind a jagged outcrop of rock, away from prying eyes. The desert wind is cool, starlight glittering overhead.

Our conversation is minimal. We both know what we need—a raw, furious reminder we're alive. She tugs me down onto the coarse sand, mouths colliding in a fierce kiss. My hands roam beneath her shirt, discovering soft skin and a racing pulse. She arches beneath me, letting out a trembling sigh as I trail kisses along her collarbone.

"Faster," she breathes, nails scraping my back. There's no slow buildup now, just the heady intoxication of adrenaline and lust. I tug down her pants, her hips lifting to meet me. A strangled moan escapes her lips, the night air carrying our quiet gasps into the void.

Dust coats our clothes, the rocky ground biting into my knees. None of that matters. The friction of our bodies, the swirl of starlight overhead, the promise of fleeting ecstasy—this is what we cling to in a world where we could die tomorrow. Our climax tears through us in a rush of heat and stifled cries. We collapse, panting, limbs tangled, hearts pounding wildly.

Moments later, we separate, breath hitching. She leans her forehead against mine, eyes shimmering with emotion. We say nothing. In this insane reality, our bodies speak the loudest truth: we are each other's anchor.

Chapter 59: The Desert’s Erotic Pull