Craving Forbidden Pleasures

na'

omach twisted-not with fear, but

n was

wedding where Julian, already half-drunk and devastatingly handsome in a black tailored suit, had pulled

the perfect wife-smiling at charity galas, hosting dinners, pretending t

broken, or at least that was what I thought. He was the black sheep of the family. A playboy from all appearances but irresistibly

thouse for the next month while his Man

n in the hallway mirror. Max was at work. It was just me-an

elf, huh?" came the low

ned.

an H

d charcoal coat, sleeves pushed to his forearms as if he owned the room-because he always had. His dark hair

t know what he was talking about. Not when he had caught m

attempting composure. My voice b

"Missed this place. And my fav

r-in-law," I correct

closer. Heat radiated from hi

Julian followed. He always follow

to-toe. His eyes dropped to my li

I remembered," he murmure

I whispered, brea

d you didn't tell me to st

at kiss we never spoke of. That da

," I said, ba

ed what wasn't mine," he confessed, l

ot quite a gasp, not quite

st. I froze-not from resi

ng," he said. "But the second I saw you,

"Julian, we can't." My h

and wicked. "C

brother's wife. But when his mouth finally brushed mine, my ha

ss was

nspoken desire, of lying in bed beside Max

The other gripped my hip, pressing me flush agains

against my mouth. "Te

Every damn da

pressing against mine. My dress hiked up as I p

ay. And all at on

cked by me, Elena. Not yet

hed, disappointme

r. Just us. Wear something

aving me flushed, tr

ontrol over her emotions and desires. But I also loved him. LOVE? I didn't know what the feeling was that I had fo

I didn't want to feel that I made a mistake in my choice of a hu

Why do I crave