Chapter 1: The Unspoken Hunger
Lila Voss leaned against the sleek marble countertop of her upscale kitchen, a glass of pinot noir in one hand, her sharp green eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at her best friend, Mara. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting golden streaks across her toned, tanned legs, barely covered by a silk robe that clung to her curves like a lover’s caress. At 38, Lila was a force—CEO of her own tech startup, a woman who commanded boardrooms and bedrooms with equal ferocity. But today, her mind wasn’t on quarterly reports. It was on something far more primal.
‘Mara, I swear to God, if I don’t get some real action soon, I’m going to lose my damn mind,’ Lila said, her voice low and husky, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Evan’s been away on that stupid conference for two weeks, and I’m climbing the walls. You know what I need.’
Mara, a fiery brunette with a penchant for brutal honesty, raised an eyebrow as she sipped her own wine. ‘Oh, I know. You’ve got that look, babe. The “I need a cock so huge it’ll rearrange my insides” look. Don’t pretend with me.’
Lila laughed, a throaty sound that filled the room with heat. ‘Guilty as charged. I’m not talking about just any dick, Mara. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget your own name. The kind that’s so hard, so thick, you’re sore for days and still begging for more.’
Mara grinned, leaning forward, her own eyes sparkling with wicked curiosity. ‘You’re insatiable, you know that? Most women would be happy with a decent fuck, but no, Lila Voss needs a goddamn battering ram. So, what’s the plan? You gonna call up one of your old flings? Or are you hunting fresh meat?’
Lila’s smirk widened as she set her glass down, her fingers tracing the rim with a deliberate, sensual slowness. ‘Oh, I’ve got someone in mind. Remember Jace? The contractor who did the pool house last summer? Six-foot-four, built like a fucking Greek god, and I caught him staring at my ass more than once. I bet he’s packing something I’d kill to ride.’
Mara let out a low whistle. ‘Damn, girl, you don’t mess around. You think he’s game? Or are you just gonna tease him until he’s begging to get inside that wet, dripping pussy of yours?’
Lila’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. ‘Oh, I don’t beg, darling. I take. And trust me, by the time I’m done with him, he’ll be the one panting and sweating, desperate to make me cum.’
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, a deep chime that echoed through the house. Lila’s eyes lit up, a predator sensing prey. ‘Speak of the devil,’ she purred, tightening the belt of her robe just enough to hint at the lush curves beneath. ‘I called him over to “discuss a new project.” Let’s see if he can handle the real job.’
She sauntered to the door, her hips swaying with purpose, and opened it to reveal Jace—towering, rugged, his tight black tee straining over muscles that looked carved from stone. His dark eyes flicked over her, lingering on the sliver of thigh peeking from her robe, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
‘Mrs. Voss,’ he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. ‘You needed me for something urgent?’
Lila stepped closer, her gaze locking with his, bold and unapologetic. ‘Oh, Jace, you have no idea how urgent. Come in. Let’s talk about… measurements.’
As she led him inside, her body already buzzing with anticipation, she knew this wasn’t going to be a conversation. It was going to be a conquest. Her pulse raced, her skin flushed with heat, and she could already imagine the feel of him—hard, relentless, filling her until she screamed. The game was on, and Lila Voss always played to win.
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