Chapter 11

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• That picture. Jessie's picture. It was a masterpiece of temptation, a carefully crafted image designed to ignite every single one of my desires. Jessie, naked, vulnerable, her skin flushed, her eyes half-closed… it was torture. Pure, exquisite torture. It was a siren’s call, a promise of pleasure so intense it made my hands tremble on the steering wheel. Olivia knew exactly what she was doing. She was a devil, a beautiful, seductive devil, and I was willingly falling into her trap.
• I’d been at work, chained to my desk, my mind a million miles away, replaying the memories of the previous night, the feel of both of them beneath my touch, the taste of their skin, the sound of their moans. Olivia’s picture was the final straw. It was the spark that ignited the wildfire of lust that had been smoldering within me all day.