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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

The wind rattles the rickety hut, but the candle's glow reveals Elena's bare shoulders as she shrugs off her shirt. My throat goes dry, heat stirring low in my belly. She lifts her gaze, challenging me. Is it wise now, in this precarious hut, with enemies possibly close? The risk only heightens the thrill.

I close the distance, fingertips tracing the salt-crusted lines of her collarbone. She arches into my touch, lips parting. A husky murmur escapes her: "Make me forget everything."

Our mouths collide, urgent and devouring. The ocean's roar blankets our moans. My hands slide down to the waistband of her pants, tugging them down. She gasps when my lips trail a path along her exposed skin, tasting the salt and sweat. Her fingers knot in my hair, her breath hitching with each inch I explore.

Elena's nails press into my back, urging me on. We sink onto the creaking cot, bodies tangled. The tension of the day shatters into raw pleasure as I move against her, slow at first, savoring her every gasp. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper, voice trembling in half-whispered pleas. The sensations spiral, each thrust lighting up nerve endings.

We try to stifle our cries, mindful of watchers outside, but the wave of ecstasy is unstoppable—a desperate, heated climax that leaves us trembling, hearts hammering. Collapsing onto the makeshift bedding, we pant in unison, warmth flooding our exhausted limbs.

In the afterglow, she clutches my hand, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Whatever happens tomorrow, I need you," she breathes. I press a soft kiss to her forehead. I need her, too—more than I ever thought possible.

Chapter 68: Salt-Kissed Skin (Explicit)