His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife

stumbled in, her vision swimming, the world tilting on a sickening axis. The hallu

titive motion. Through the narrowing gap, she saw the blurred

y system hadn't glitched on its own. Denise had paid a busboy handsomely to swipe a master keycard, intending to send Jeanie to the room of a sleazy, low-level executive on the fourth floor. But i

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a puppet with cut strings. Her foot caught on something large a

g the man on the sofa. Devaughn Winters had been pressing the heels of his hands int

tark contrast to the sterile emptiness of his suite. A wave

his voice a low growl

e deep, resonant sound was a lifeline in a swirling vortex of panic

squarely in his lap. Her hands, desperate for an an

tensed, bracing for the inevitable, soul-crush

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idn't come. Instead, a strange, profound calm settled over his

isper. Her fingers, acting on pure instinct, fu

lerating this woman's touch, he was... craving more. The mi

g from her skin was a grounding force, the first real sensation he'd felt in five years that wasn'

ade Jeanie arch her back. She tilted her head up, her

d suppressed for years. He shifted his weight, reversing their

d from her hair, letting it cascade around her face. He wanted to see her

overwhelming sensations. Her nails, sharp and short, dragg

the first hint of dawn threatened the horizon, Jeanie's las

rp blade of light that lanced into Jeanie's eyes. A headache, vicious

nd beside her, a man with a wide, muscula

in-crashed into her mind. A gasp caught in her throat. She slapped a hand over her mouth, terrified.

tic. She spotted her dress on the floor, a sh

s black dress shirt. Without a second thought, she snatched it, pulling the expensive f

. She fled the suite like a thief in the nig

latch was the only s

ghn Winters slowl

ide him, his hand meeting only the residua

ing over him, a sensation he hadn't experience

small, crimson stain on the pristine white shee

the nightstand, his voice calm but

My room

t into the room. He saw his boss, bare-chested, with angry red

k down the hotel. Every exit. Find the woman