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His fiancée was upstairs signing the seating chart. My husband was at home sending me threats. And I was bent over the billionaire boss's desk with my skirt pushed up and his hand fisted in my hair. "Tell me you don't want this." I couldn't. "Tell me you'd rather go home to a man who leaves marks on your skin than stay here with someone who would burn the world down before letting anyone hurt you again." I couldn't say that either. His mouth dropped to my throat — the exact place my husband had bruised that morning. He kissed it like an apology. Like a promise. "You're not going home to him tonight, firebird. Or ever again." Read Second Chance with My Billionaire Boss now! 🔥 HOT #2 — Against the door 🔞 "Stop running from me, firebird." His palm slammed flat against the door above my head. His body caged mine against the wood. His mouth was at my ear and his voice had gone somewhere I'd never heard it go in ten years of pretending I didn't want him. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll let you walk out that door. Tell me you'd rather go back to the man who left these marks on you." His thumb traced the bruise on my throat. "I can't," I whispered. "Say it again." "I can't." He was engaged. I was pregnant. My husband was waiting at home. He kissed me anyway. And by morning, none of it mattered. Read Second Chance with My Billionaire Boss now! 🔥 HOT #3 — First kiss 🔞 Eleven weeks pregnant. Hiding bruises. Two weeks away from his wedding to someone else. "I've loved you for ten years, Aubrey." His palm settled against my cheek. His mouth brushed mine — barely a kiss, a question. I didn't answer with words. My fingers slid into his hair and I pulled him down and this time there was nothing gentle about it. He kissed me like he'd been holding his breath for a decade and I was the first lungful of air. Papers scattered. A pen hit the floor. My back met his desk and his hand found the hem of my skirt. "Tell me to stop." I couldn't. "Good girl." Read Second Chance with My Billionaire Boss now! 🔥

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