"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

Then he shoved me back against the wall, pinning me with his body. "What are we doing?" I said pulling back breathlessly. "Too much fucking talking," he rasped, calm as hell even though his voice was wrecked.

I don't like people crowding her. Don't like people touching her. Don't like people making her uncomfortable. Which would be fine... If I didn't barely know her.

Nova Sinclair has always been the kind of woman who gives everything she has. Caring, hardworking, and determined, she spent years working as a nanny, believing that love and loyalty could fix almost anything. After leaving her longtime nanny position to start a new chapter and quietly pay off debts she's kept hidden from everyone, Nova is determined to never return to childcare again. Desperate for financial stability, she reluctantly accepts one last nanny job working for the elusive billionaire oil tycoon, Malek Makemi, a widowed father raising his two young children alone. Cold, emotionally distant, and still haunted by the death of his late wife, Malek has convinced himself that love died with her. The only thing either of them expected was a professional arrangement. When a family crisis, relentless media attention, and a high-stakes business deal force them into a fake engagement, they sign a contract with one simple rule: no feelings, no complications, and no breaking the terms. But as Nova becomes the heart of Malek's broken family, the lines between obligation and genuine affection begin to blur. The contract that was supposed to protect them may become the very thing that tears them apart. In a world of billion-dollar empires, painful secrets, and second chances, can two broken hearts rewrite the terms of a contract neither of them expected to change their lives?

"I'm serious," I snap, glaring at him from across the kitchen island. "If somebody touches you again, I'm setting their car on fucking fire." Malachi just stares at me for a long second, built ass leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. "Is arson your fucking solution to everything?" "Yes." "Shut the fuck up and come sit on my lap."

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰. " ⠀⠀ Sade Lux wasn't looking for anything that night just a drink, some silence, and a break from everything ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ she built on her own. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Then she met 'Dante' Reggie Thompson and 'Marcus' Nico Seo. Best friends. Complete opposites. Both impossible to ignore. Dante is bold, charming, and doesn't hesitate to make his interest known. Nico is quiet, controlled, and ⠀⠀⠀⠀watching her like he already understands her. What starts as a simple conversation turns into something neither of them expected... and something ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ none of them can walk away from. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Because they both want her. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ And Sade doesn't want to choose.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.