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Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1026    |    Released on: 08/10/2026

Summer

, demanding, and taste

his tongue parting my lips with a ruthless, intoxicati

't pul

ke an accessory to his life-useful when

nch of contact felt like a

, my fingers digging into the thick hide as I kissed him back wit

, guttural groan fr

ting me completely off the concrete f

ard until my spine hit the c

tively locked a

my lips, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "You s

fiercely, looking straight into his di

ak door leading to the privat

n on the wide, dark leather sofa th

lling of motor oil, c

rmed my lips before he kissed them. His other hand slipped beneath the hem of my top,

enough to make me impatient. When his lips reached my throa

he murmured a

voice came o

is mouth hovering jus

r kiss. For once, I didn't care about being useful or ke

th, driving out every lingering memory of Grant's cold neglect u

iltered through the steel security slats

wrapping the dark wool blanke

and sore, but my mind

cross the room, already dressed in cl

ngers, the blue smoke curling tow

me through the haze with thos

e," Chase remarked, his voice lo

standing up and reaching for m

zipped my jeans, and laced

n't b

t make

k into a tight ponytail. "It was what both of us wanted. But don't mistake tha

a deep rumble that sh

gar into the heavy glass ashtray, and pick

them acros

ut of the air w

shop," Chase said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fastest fiber connection in Washo

op, Whitmore Performance its racing division,

cold brass k

the t

before expenses," Chase said, stepping forward until he was standing right in front of me. "

"And the algorithm remains my exclusive intellectual property. Wh

t me for three

admiration lit up h

to understand one thing-Grant Mercer is going to realize what he lost. When he figures o

rcer built his name on my calculations. It's time he learn

g the nape of my neck, his thumb lightly

gist," he murmured. "Tonight, we tak

g my ear. "And when we get to the to

s hand against my neck. "Then

he skin beneath my

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Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss
Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss
“On my twenty-seventh birthday, my husband gave my job-and my seat on his motorcycle-to my half-sister. I'd spent forty-eight hours in the workshop making sure his racing team could win. She answered his phone and told me I wasn't pretty enough to keep. "Grant wants a face sponsors actually like," she purred. "I get the team and the glory." Apparently, I was still supposed to do the work. For four years, my calculations had won him championships. He took the trophies, the money, and the credit. Now he could find out what he could win without me. I signed the divorce petition, withdrew access to my private software, and rode straight into enemy territory. Chase Whitmore's territory. The president of Black Ridge Motorcycle Club. The man my husband hates most. Chase has the bikes, the riders, and every reason to destroy Grant Mercer. I have the talent that made Grant a champion. Together, we could take everything. But Chase wants more than a winning season. He wants me-and every kiss makes it harder to remember that this started as business. My husband says I'll come crawling back. Instead, he can watch me take his crown with his worst enemy at my side.”