Gregory Ellington

His finger began to move again, rubbing tight circles on my clit as his thumb slipped inside me, pumping in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
I moaned into his mouth, my body moving with his thumb, my hips bucking as I chased my release. "Tom, please," I whispered against his lips.
"Come for me, Sara," he growled, his finger pressing harder against my clit. "Let me feel you come on my hand."
Sara thought she had found the perfect love with her boyfriend Matt, until a devastating betrayal shattered her world. Seeking solace, she turns to a passionate one-night stand with a mysterious stranger, only to discover he is her new professor, Tom.
Tom's world is not what it seems - he is the son of a billionaire, and his father is pressuring him to abandon his professorship and take over the family business.
Will Sara find the courage to follow her heart, or will societal norms and past betrayals tear them apart?

“You drive me insane,” he growled against my throat.
“Good,” I gasped. His hands slid up my thighs beneath my skirt, thumbs stroking the inside of my legs with slow, torturous intent. When he pushed my panties aside with one firm stroke and pressed his fingers against my wet heat, I arched into him, helpless.
“You’re soaked,” he said, voice like gravel. -“Shut up and don’t stop.” He laughed—low, dark, wicked—and sank to his knees on the boardroom floor. The edge of the conference table dug into my back. The city watched through the glass, but I didn’t care. Not when his mouth met my body and he devoured me like a man starved.
He used his fingers, coated with the liquid of my climax, to grasp my milky-white, taut nipple, repeatedly rubbing and squeezing with a deliberate rhythm that sent electric pulses through my trembling body. “Jordan,” I gasped, my fingers tangled in his thick hair, hips arching instinctively toward his warm mouth. “Louder,” he commanded....
I was done with love—until Jordan made me scream again. Fashion is my life—runways, deadlines, the high of creation. I built my empire on instinct and ambition. Love? That ended the day I caught my boyfriend buried between another woman’s thighs.
I didn’t break down. I ignited.
I swore never again. No more distractions. No more men.
Then Jordan walked into my boardroom and bedroom—and ruined everything. Billionaire. Powerbroker. Sin in a tailored suit. One look, and I forgot every rule I’d ever made. One touch, and I was unraveling.
It started after midnight in the glass conference room, city lights flickering like temptation. The pitch deck lay forgotten as he kissed me—hard, hungry, dominant. His hands found my thighs, pushed my panties aside, and teased until I was begging. I moaned—desperate, unfiltered—as his tongue circled, teased, and plunged. My thighs trembled. My mind shattered.
I came apart on that cold glass table, against all reason, all professionalism, all logic.
And I wanted more.
He wasn’t safe. He wasn’t simple.
But I wanted him anyway.
When he fully slid inside me, heat and pleasure flooding every nerve, a whisper ran through my mind: Would I let myself get hurt again？

In a world of debt, desperation, and dangerous desires, Hannah never imagined her survival would lead her into the arms of a powerful and mysterious man.
Struggling to save her ailing mother and escape crushing financial ruin, Hannah enters a high-stakes arrangement that promises to solve her problems—but at what cost? Leonardo, a man with shadows darker than night and power beyond imagination, offers her everything she needs. Luxury. Security. Protection.
But in the treacherous landscape of wealth and power, nothing is as simple as it seems.
As Hannah navigates a complex web of sugar dating, corporate warfare, and unexpected emotions, she discovers that some bargains come with strings that can either save you or destroy you completely.
When lines between transaction and passion blur, and enemies circle like sharks, Hannah must decide: Is survival worth the price of her soul?