THE CEO'S NOT-SO-OBEDIENT WIFE

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lothes were discarded, revealing the vulnerability of flesh and the raw hunger that consumed them both. The roo

f his skin. He was a canvas waiting to be explored, and she became the artist, leaving a trail of kisses and c

, a temporary escape from the realities of their lives. Their connection existed solely within t

sure. In the depths of their shared ecstasy, she felt a freedom she had never known, a libera

consciousness. She understood that their encounter would remain confined to the boundaries of that hotel room-that

would it haunt her like an unfinished melody, forever echoing in the chambers of her desires? She couldn't help but want it all not to end. He was just too good and pleasured her in ways she could only dr

, I noticed a warm presence beside me. My heart skipped a beat when I turned my head and found an incredibly attractive man lying next to me, his messy dark hair falling just so over his forehead. He

mingling crowd. And then there was Alexander – tall, charming, and with a magnetic presence that drew me in. We had struck up a conversation, the chemistry

if we were the only two people in that crowded room, and the universe conspired to bring us together. The intensity o

e encounter made my cheeks flush, and a mix of excitement and uncertainty washed over me. What had happened between us felt

the surroundings were minimalistic yet tasteful. The walls were adorned with abstract paintings, reminiscent of the on

e cool wooden floor as I made my way to the window. With a slight tug, I pulled the curtains aside, allowing more light to

transported to some unknown place during the night. But the realization didn't alleviate my concerns abou

consequences of my actions head-on. I knew the only way to find out was to wake Alexander

waited me, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My

oft morning light cascaded through the half-drawn curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the room. As