No. It couldn't be Lia.I must be seeing things.I rubbed my eyes vigorously with the back of my arm, and peer at the screen again to make sure I'm not hallucinating. But there it is, Lia's pictures; poignant, gorgeous, tempting, and so... revealing.In one, she's wearing a light-blue, sheen-like bi
I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky-blue, high-waist, school-girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure
I let out a happy sigh, my legs almost giving out at the giddy excitement of being held by Tristan. My knight-in-shining armour. A messiah sent from above. I ride my arms up, hooking them around his neck and inhale the wholesome, beautiful scent of musk and man from his well-presser suit, nearly m
I’ve been in my father’s office multiple times, which is impressive, but Tristan’s is even more so. Two walls made up entirely of windows overlooking the financial district. A leather sofa in front of a fireplace. And on the other side of the office, there are built in bookshelves behind a humongous
“I won’t take your money without giving something in return.”“Lia. No.” Even as he supposedly turns down my offer, he rakes his hands down over my breasts, plumping them in his hands. Teasing my already-stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Jesus Christ, these tits…they make me so goddam
I pace the floor of the hotel suite, stopping at the window and looking out over the bright lights of the city skyline. I’ve always been an honorable man. As decent as one can possibly be while maintaining his success in the world of finance. I don’t gamble, drink heavily or womanize and I keep my w
“My chakras,” I repeat, leaning back to look her over. Fuck. Now that she’s inside, I can see those black, see-through tights end just below the hem of her T-shirt. If she bent forward, those sweet curves of her buns would be right there for the taking—and oh, I plan to take.Hard.“Yes, your chakra
“Pick a door. Trust me.”We stop in the middle of the empty hallway and he scans the series of doors, each of them painted in a different neon color. “Is this your way of balancing my chakras?”I give him an impish grin. “It’s a start.”Clearly still dubious, he tips his chin at the orange door. “Th