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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 creeps in. The single lamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow. Our small talk fades, replaced by a silent storm of hunger. Elena slides onto my lap, fingers tangling in my hair. We kiss slowly at first—languid, exploratory, the friction of her hips against mine driving me to the edge.

She stands, unfastening her pants with a deliberate slowness that makes my heartbeat thunder. I watch, transfixed, as she bares herself to the stale motel air. My own clothes follow. The bed squeaks in protest when we join again, skin to skin.

Her hands wander, igniting a fresh wave of arousal. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, losing myself in every soft moan. She trembles, nails digging lightly into my shoulders as we find a rhythm—deep, urgent, a push and pull that transcends the dingy setting. The tension of the day melts away in a haze of fierce kisses, breathy gasps, and the pounding of our hearts.

By the time we climax, everything else vanishes—Vasquez, the smugglers, the threat of death. There is only us, raw and alive, clinging to each other in this battered motel bed. Afterwards, we lie tangled, sweat cooling under the flickering light. She traces lazy circles on my chest, and for a fleeting moment, I dare to imagine we might find peace someday.

Chapter 62: Motel Secrets, Motel Sins