TANGLED WITH THE CARVERS

P.WIXXARD Romance

Another breakup with her long-term boyfriend, Deion Carver, has Nadia questioning things again. For the past three years, they've been together, and casual breakups have been a constant in their relationship, with Deion crawling back to her each time.
However, this time, Nadia is getting worried because Deion is taking longer than usual to come back. It’s been three months since Deion asked to take a break—three months of the entertainment blog posting articles about him and his new handbags. Nadia is used to seeing Deion’s face splashed all over entertainment blogs with a different fling because they usually don’t last longer than a week, but this is taking the cake.
With her mom breathing down her neck about being in-laws with the Carvers and the prospect of losing her boyfriend for good, Nadia takes up her best friend’s advice.
Her interview with the CARVERS GROUP went without a hitch; if she gets the job, she’ll become Deion’s personal assistant, and her plan to seduce and win his heart back can be set in motion.
Except Nadia gets the job, but she ends up seducing the wrong Carver Man on her first day at work.
Soon Nadia finds herself in a tangled hot mess between the Carver men, her ex-boyfriend Deion, the elder brother of her ex, who has been in love with her since Uni, and then comes another.
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"F*ck, don’t slow down. Don’t stop, oh god, don't stop.” I was shameless with my demands, not caring that if anyone were to ride the elevator all the way to the executive floors right now, they'd hear me moaning and begging for my boss's d*ck.


“I'm not him, but he'll probably punish me for making you moan so ungodly.” His hands gripped my throat with a bruising hold as his thrusts sharpened with ardour.


“When I’m done with you, you’ll go on your little date." His thrusts quickened, his breath was shallow, and his voice was gravely low. “And I want you to sit there, in these same f*cking clothes, with my scent all over you. You’ll look at him and smile at him like a sweetheart, knowing fully well that my c*ck was inside you. And he won’t know; he won't even know that you have my come soaking your pants."

The possessiveness in his voice had heat pulling in my stomach, my hips canting to meet his brutal thrusts, and my spine arched with shocking electricity as I came with his name on my lips.

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