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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

We trek through dense undergrowth, guided by Marta's vague map. The air grows humid, buzzing with insects. After hours of slogging through vines and mud, we set up a makeshift camp near a small waterfall.

Zach and Marta stand guard while Elena and I wash off grime in the crystal-clear pool. The water is cool against my overheated skin, and I can't help sneaking glances at Elena's lithe form as she bathes in her underwear, hair plastered to her neck.

She catches me staring, a teasing smile curving her lips. "Still hungry for me, even in a jungle?"

I grin, wading closer. The day's tension melts away as I wrap an arm around her waist, pressing our damp bodies together. The hiss of the waterfall masks our low voices. She kisses me, water droplets sliding between our lips. My heart thunders, half from desire, half from the knowledge that at any second, Marta or Zach might barge in.

Still, we indulge in a brief, heated tangle—not full-blown sex, but enough to re-ignite that blazing coil of lust. She moans softly into my mouth, hands roaming under the water. When we finally break apart, panting, we share a breathless laugh at our own recklessness.

Chapter 70: Jungle Passions