When ambitious journalist Quinn lands the scoop of a lifetime - an exclusive with the reclusive billionaire Lachlan McIntyre - she never imagines it will lead her into the eye of a storm... both literally and figuratively. Trapped on Lachlan's private island by a raging typhoon, Quinn finds herself drawn into the orbit of this magnetic older man. As the wind howls outside, Lachlan's carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, revealing dark secrets that could destroy everything he's built. With each passing day, the heat between them intensifies. Quinn knows she should keep things professional, but how can she resist when Lachlan looks at her like she's the answer to every question he's ever had? As Lachlan opens up, sharing his deepest thoughts and desires, Quinn realizes she's stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. But at what cost? The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to decide whether her feelings or career or more important. When the clouds finally part, Quinn faces an impossible choice: pursue the truth that could make her career, or protect the man who's captured her heart? Will Quinn choose ambition or love? Can Lachlan let her go once she knows it all?
View More“Lachlan,” she breathed, her voice catching as my thumb grazed her clit in a particularly torturous circle, and I chuckled darkly at the way her body instinctively arched, chasing after my hand. “You haven’t earned it yet, love,” I growled low, slipping away from that sensitive button she so desperately needed me to touch. "You either beg properly, or you'll come on my time.”She whimpered, a lovely, desperate sound that sent a pulse of heat straight to my cock. God, she was gorgeous like this, strung tight, just on the edge of breaking with pleasure but held back by my command—by that relentless line of control I knew she'd only surrender to one man: Me. "Please, Lachlan," she finally gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets beside her, gripping them hard enough her knuckles turned white. “Please, I want you. I need you."I smirked, leaning down to kiss the heated skin just beneath her collarbones, my lips trailing lower until I reached one full breast. I traced my tongue over h
After my last confession, I'd stripped her physically bare again, needing to expose her flesh to me, even as she tried to hide her inner thoughts from me. There was a stillness between us after my final words, a fragile quiet that felt like the air right before a breach in the storm, that fleeting, potent pause when nothing can be undone. I held her close—our breaths tangling with how little distance there was between us now. Her lips parted slightly, uncertain, eyes wide but unwavering.She was thinking. Calculating. The Quinn Pearce I’d come to know would search for solid footing here—the next intelligent question, the rational choice. But there was nothing rational about us, not now, not anymore. I had told her something most people would beg to die without knowing. And yet, she hadn’t run. Not yet.Her hands, delicate, tentative, rested on my chest. “You’re not going to get everything,” she murmured, but her voice wavered, unsure.I leaned forward slightly, just close enough that
"If I stay," I finally said, pulling my chin out of the cupped warmth of his hand, though not without some reluctance. "I won’t be blindfolded, Lachlan. I won’t be caught by surprise." I steadied my breath, even as the room seemed too small for the both of us. "Give me one secret. Something real. Something you’ve hidden. Leave it bare on the table before we go any further. If I’m to give you my trust—fully—I need to know what’s locked beneath your surface."The muscles in his face tightened. Lachlan McIntyre, the billionaire tycoon, the man accustomed to control and owning everything with his presence alone, hesitated. His fingers slipped from my cheek and grazed the polished wood of the desk, forming a tight fist that told me this wasn’t just a simple ask; it was monumental."You’re asking for something no one has ever dared ask me for before," he said quietly, his gaze hardening. "But I suppose that’s what draws me to you, isn’t it? You’re not like anyone else."I didn’t reply, lett
But as much as his voice, his touch, and his words offered a release, a fleeting sanctuary from the chaos roiling within my body, the journalist in me floated to the surface.I shifted in his lap, pulling away just enough to look into those smoldering grey eyes. "You talk about showing me a world I never knew existed, Lachlan," I said softly but resolutely, my voice still rasping with the remnants of pleasure. "But what are you really asking of me? To put my world on hold? To let go of what I've built?"There was no animosity in my words—just a quiet plea for honesty. A need to know exactly what this was between us.He shifted slightly beneath me, and his fingers stopped tracing lazy shapes across my skin, his hand instead coming to rest on my lower back, his thumb brushing with intention, as if to soothe, or perhaps to claim space. His jaw tightened subtly, and for a fraction of a second, Lachlan McIntyre, the man always so composed, seemed to hesitate, as though my question had flus
Quinn"Not so fast, my greedy little slut," he murmured in my ear, his voice laced with dark amusement as his big body leaned over mine. "You don't get to come until I say so."I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire. "Please, sir... I need it..." I begged, my voice a whimper.Lachlan chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass before landing a sharp slap on my right cheek. I yelped, the sting sending a shiver through me. "You'll get it when I'm good and ready to give it to you," he growled, his voice low and dominant.He ran a finger around my throbbing clit before sliding it down through my soaked folds and into my desperate pussy, pumping it in and out slowly, tortuously. I moaned, pushing back against his hand, seeking more friction. But he pulled out, leaving me on the edge."Not yet, leannan," he murmured, leaning down to kiss and bite my shoulder. "I want to hear you beg and cry for it."He began to tease me again, his fingers tracing the outli
QuinnI took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I'll stay, Lachlan. I'll write your memoir. But I have conditions."A slow smile spread across his face, and he stood up, coming around the desk to stand in front of me. "Name them," he said, his voice a low rumble."I want complete creative control," I began, my voice steady. "I want to be able to write the story as I see fit, without interference from you or anyone else."He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Done. What else?""I want access to everything," I continued. "All your records, your files, your personal correspondence. I want to be able to interview anyone I choose, without restriction."He hesitated for a moment, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then, he nodded again. "Agreed. But in return, I have a condition of my own."I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue."You have to trust me, Quinn," he said, his voice serious. "You have to trust that I have your best interests a
QuinnI woke up to the soft rustling of leaves outside and the distant chirping of birds. The storm had finally passed, and the sun was streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I stretched languidly, feeling a pleasant ache in my muscles from last night's activities. Lachlan was nowhere to be seen, but the indentation on the pillow beside me and the faint scent of his cologne lingered as a reminder of his presence.As I sat up, the events of the previous night came flooding back—the intensity of our connection, the way Lachlan had made me feel things I had never experienced before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But as much as I wanted to lose myself in the memory of his touch, I knew I couldn't afford to be distracted. I had come here for a reason, and time was running out.I quickly got dressed and made my way down to the dining room, where I found Lachlan already seated at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. He looked up as I entered, and a
QuinnI knelt, my hand trembling as I grasped his throbbing dick. I looked up met his smoldering eyes as I licked my lips His hand stroked my head, positioning himself at my mouth, and I took him in, swirling my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as I sucked, taking him deeper, my hands gently caressing and cupping his balls."God, Quinn, your mouth," he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair. "Suck me harder, a ghràidh. Take all of me down your throat."I moaned, the vibration sending shocks through his body, and I felt his control waver. I wanted to please him, to drive him as wild as he did me, so I sucked harder, creating a tight seal with my lips and bobbing my head up and down. I could taste him on my tongue, feel his thickness as his wide head hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I pressed on needing his praise like a drug."Yes, Quinn, just like that," he growled, his hips bucking slightly, urging me on. "You're
LachlanI pulled back, my lips glistening with her essence, and looked up at her. I could see the desire and need burning in her eyes. "Play with yourself for me, Quinn. I want to watch your hands touch that beautiful body. But remember, you don't come until I say so. Understand?" I stroked myself as I watched her, seeing the conflict in her eyes as she battled between her need to obey and her desire to find release. She bit her lip, hesitating, and I growled, "Do it. Touch yourself and show me how much you want it." Quinn's hands trembled as they moved to her breasts, cupping and squeezing, her nipples hardening under my intense gaze. Her breath quickened as she pinched and tugged, her eyes fluttering closed. "Open your eyes, Quinn. I want you to watch me watch you. I want to see the moment you break." Her fingers trailed down her stomach, teasingly slow, before dipping between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to play with herself, her eyes locked on mine. "Tha
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