Description

Nadia had always been the woman people admired from a distance. At forty-six, with her curves hugged perfectly in every tailored dress and a confidence that turned heads without effort, she knew how to keep control—in the boardroom, in conversations, and in her carefully constructed life. Control had always been her shield and her weapon.

But temptation has a way of unraveling even the most disciplined soul.

John wasn't supposed to be anything more than a chance encounter—a man with a presence too large to ignore, with skin like midnight and a body that radiated quiet, restrained power. He was younger, bold in the way only someone who knew exactly what he wanted could be. The moment his deep, knowing eyes met hers, control shifted, and Nadia felt the first crack in the walls she'd spent years building.

It started with words. Subtle. Sharp. Heavy with double meanings that made her chest tighten and her thighs press together under the table. He spoke to her like a man who wasn't intimidated by her position, her experience, or her walls. And that was her first mistake—letting him see that she liked it.

Temptation wasn't loud. It was a whisper, a breath against her neck, the ghost of fingers near her skin, a promise of what would happen if she dared let go. And she was already tied to it before she realized the game had begun.