Six months had gone by since the pact was made. Six months of secret rendezvous, of locked doors and drawn curtains. Six months during which Alyssa had become intimately familiar with every inch of Samuel and Kaio's bodies, every moan, every sigh, and every way to make them lose control.

But it wasn't enough.

From the office window, Alyssa watched Samuel converse with a client across the street. His pristine gray suit, his rigid posture, his professional smile—all starkly different from the ...