Temptation's Edge

Chapter 1: Midnight Cravings

The click of my heels echoed through the silent hallway as I stormed out of Maxwell’s office, my blood boiling hotter than a summer sidewalk. Seeing Camilla, that smug little vixen, wiping her mouth with a taunting smirk after servicing him under his desk was the last straw. 'Hello, what’s her name again?' she’d purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Maxwell just stared at me, his eyes glinting with something dangerous, something that made my core tighten despite my fury.

'I heard you now work here as his secretary. I thought you used to be a CEO,' Camilla had sneered, perching herself on his lap like a trophy. I bit back a retort, my nails digging into my palms. 'I was wondering why I was kept waiting. I can see you’re busy,' I shot back, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. 'Carry on. I’ll find my way home.'

Camilla’s laugh followed me out. 'Good for you, because my baby and I are just getting started, and we’re going to be here for a very long time.' The emphasis on 'very' was a cheap shot, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Maxwell meant nothing to me, I reminded myself as I grabbed my bag and headed out of the building. Nothing.

Hours later, after venting to Adele and plotting petty revenge on her ex with a bouquet of misplaced flowers, I found myself at a club, dressed in a borrowed skintight number that hugged every curve. 'Girl, let’s find you a hot stranger to clear the cobwebs down there,' Adele had teased, her eyes glinting with mischief as I’d touched myself suggestively, admitting how much I craved a real man’s touch. Maxwell had been the last, five years ago, and my body was screaming for something wild, something raw.

But the club was a bust. No one measured up—not to him, damn it. Defeated, Adele dropped me off at home. 'If your husband throws you back out, don’t hesitate to call me,' she warned with a wink.

'He’s busy with Camilla. He won’t even notice I’m gone,' I muttered, hugging her goodbye. But when I reached the door, my key wouldn’t work. I banged on it, frustration mounting. Had Maxwell changed the locks? After ten minutes of futile pounding, I was ready to call Adele back when the door swung open.

There he stood, shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the outline of his massive cock teasing through the fabric. My anger faltered, replaced by a rush of heat that pooled between my thighs. This was exactly what I’d been hunting for at the club—a man who could make my pulse race with just a look.

'Why did you change the door lock?' I snapped, forcing my eyes up to meet his smoldering gaze.

'Why are you just coming home at this hour?' he countered, his voice low, dangerous. I pushed past him, but in a blur, he had me pinned against the wall, his hard body caging mine. My breath hitched as his scent—musk and raw power—invaded my senses.

'Answer me, Amelia. Where are you coming from, dressed like this?' His eyes raked over my body, lingering on the way the dress clung to my curves. I could feel his heat, the tension crackling between us like a live wire.

'None of your damn business,' I hissed, though my voice wavered as his thigh pressed between my legs, igniting a fire I couldn’t ignore. 'You don’t get to play the jealous husband while you’ve got Camilla warming your lap.'

His smirk was infuriating, but his hand slid up my hip, gripping me with a possessiveness that made me wet. 'Jealous? I’m not the one who stormed out like a scorned lover. But now that you’re here...' His lips hovered over mine, his breath hot. 'I can smell how much you want this.'

I hated how right he was. My body was betraying me, aching for him, my pussy already dripping with need. But I wasn’t about to let him win so easily. 'Keep dreaming, Maxwell. I don’t beg,' I shot back, even as my hips arched toward him, craving the friction of his hard cock against me.

'We’ll see about that,' he growled, and before I could retort, his mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, promising an explosion I’d been starving for.