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    A quietugh escaped Elena, rich with amusement. The head of the Spencer Group was trying his hand at seduction, using one of the oldest tricks in the book.


    She did not even notice how radiant her smile had be. With her fine, elegant features and naturally reserved aura, she often came across as distant. Yet, when she smiled, all that cool restraint melted into something warm and disarming.


    A teasing glint sparkled in her eyes. “Wesley, you really ought to improve your seduction game. You’re not nearly as good as the escorts from Empire,” she said with a mock-serious tone, clearly teasing him.


    He swept her off the sofa and into his arms, a smug edge tugging at his lips. “Is that right? Let’s test that theory.”


    He did not pause—just strode across the room and dropped her gently onto the oversized bed, wide enough to sleep five.


    Wesley’s fingers moved to her robe belt, loosening the knot with effortless grace, revealing every inch of her graceful frame under the low golden light. A sharp breath left him, his restraint slipping as desire surged forward.


    Holding his erected penis, he leaned in, drawing her into his arms before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.


    That night, he focused all his attention on awakening her desires, bringing her to the brink of pleasure over and over.


    Sounds filled the room—faint gasps, breathless moans, the soft rhythm of skin on skin, and the asional hitch in his voice when she trembled beneath him.


    At the peak of it all, when Elena arched against him, shaking and lost in the moment, Wesley leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. “Do you think Kason looks better than me? Stop looking at him. From now on, look at me.”


    His words barely registered—her mind couldn’t catch them through the haze.


    Wesley savored her reaction. All that pent-up jealousy, smoldering since earlier, finally spilled free, poured into every touch, every kiss, every movement.


    Eventually, the storm passed, leaving only soft breaths and the quiet warmth between them. He wrapped her in his arms, drew her close against his chest, and pressed a gentle, steady kiss to her forehead. “You’re mine, Elena, always.”


    The night stretched on without end, and Charlette, alone in her room on the third floor, could hear muffled, suggestive sounds drifting up from below.


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    She let out a groan, rolling her eyes at the ceiling. The instion in this ce was practically nonexistent. Being single was not the problem. Being single and stuck listening to other people’s intimate encounters—that was another story.


    Among the three upants in this building, she was the only one still single and ready to mingle. That didn’t mean she had to wallow in frustration. With hesitation, she slipped into a ck camisole, tugged on a pair of light-washed jeans, and reached for her heels. A swipe of red lipstick, a dusting of highlighter, and she was ready to remind herself she still had options. The small bar inside the research base wasn’t exactly known for excitement, but it would do.


    As Charlette approached the entrance, a man near the door caught her attention. Tall and lean, he stood with the kind of posture that said he had nothing to prove. Silver-rimmed sses perched on his nose. His white shirt was buttoned clean to the cor, tucked neatly into dark trousers that made his long legs look even longer. He was definitely her type.


    Tonight had not been about expecting any romantic encounters—it was supposed to be about sipping something strong and clearing her head. Most of the men on base were either socially awkward or decades toote to be interesting. She had not counted on running into someone like him.


    With a flick of her hair and a hint of yfulness, she stepped closer. “Got a light?”


    Having just wrapped up his call, Ellis turned to see her standing there. He took in her figure, her smoky smile, the casual confidence in her posture—and didn’t blink.


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