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There are women who never lose control.

Tahlia Sinclair was one of them—on paper. A luxury consultant with her own name-brand clientele, a closet full of stilettos, and a tongue that could freeze lava. In every boardroom and brunch circle, she was revered… and untouched. Because no one had dared to reach beneath the surface.

Until him.

Zane didn't ask for permission. He didn't knock. He watched—waited—and entered like a storm slipping beneath her carefully tucked sheets. No velvet words. Just looks. Just knowing. Just pressure in all the right places.

It started with a push during training. A simple: "Bend for me."

And suddenly, her silk blouse felt too tight. Her breathing, too fast. Her rules, unraveling.

This story isn't about romance.

It's about surrender.