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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

Nightfall finds us camped amid thick foliage near the cove. The ocean's distant crash drifts through the humid air. Everyone is on edge, paranoid about a possible ambush. We keep watch in shifts.

When Elena and I are alone, the tension morphs into a primal need for comfort. She pulls me behind a cluster of broad leaves, moonlight filtering through branches. The hush of jungle life surrounds us—chirping insects, rustling leaves, a canopy of stars overhead.

Her lips find mine in a searing kiss, muffling the ragged moan that escapes my throat. She tugs at my clothes with impatient fingers. The risk of discovery fuels our arousal, hearts slamming against ribcages. I help her out of her shirt, fingertips grazing the curve of her breast. She shivers, hooking a leg around my waist to draw me close.

We sink to the ground, leaves crackling beneath us. Our mouths lock, devouring each other. My hands roam her heated skin, the slick humidity amplifying every sensation. She whimpers softly when I press teasing kisses along her collarbone and down her stomach. Her body arcs, each breath a plea for more.

We lose ourselves in the urgent rhythm of thrusts, strangled moans stifled by kisses. The danger of being caught intensifies every wave of pleasure. When release crashes over us, we cling tight, gasping in the dim moonlight. Adrenaline and aftershocks leave us trembling, the night air thick with our shared heat.

Chapter 72: Forbidden Lust in the Darkness