Wolfe
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Damian Wolfe rules the business world with precision and ice. At 39, he's achieved everything-power, money, respect. But all that control begins to unravel when a late-night hostess with a sharp mind and soft smile enters his world. Serena Monroe isn't looking for love. She's too busy surviving her final year of law school, working nights, and chasing her dream of becoming a corporate attorney. But one dinner turns into something more-and Damian isn't used to wanting anything he can't control. From penthouse mornings to courtroom battles, voicenotes to weekend escapes, the Wolf finds himself giving more than he ever expected. But when the world starts asking: Who is Serena Monroe?-the stakes rise higher than ever. In love, there's no room for defense. Only the brave survive.
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Lilah Hunter doesn't blur lines. As a sharp-tongued corporate lawyer with a ruthless work ethic and a closet full of control, she's has learnt to build her entire life on boundaries, no one gets inside her armor. And definitely not an arrogant, charming billionaire. Theo Grey. Infuriatingly confident, dangerously observant, and hellbent on pushing her buttons. With just a glance, he can unravel the cool, confident woman she's worked so hard to become. He drives her insane... yet she can't seem to escape the way he makes her feel. . . . Then punish me, Lilah," he whispered, low, deliberate, sinful. My name rolled off his tongue like it was made for my lips alone. Heat pooled deep inside me. My mind teetered on the edge of surrender. A dangerous idea struck. I tilted my head, eyes locked on his, and let my fingers drift over his forearm- the one resting on my thigh. Featherlight, I traced up to his bicep, over the curve of his neck, and finally let the back of my hand brush his cheek. My thumb traced over his bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. His gaze followed, wide, hungry, submitting under my touch. "Do I plan on punishing you, Grey?" I murmured, letting my voice drip with false innocence. I bit my lower lip, slow enough for him to notice, and held his eyes while I did it. He seized my wrist with his free hand, fingers strong and possessive. His eyes flicked to my mouth, back to my eyes, then back down again. Every lean forward, every shift of his body screamed that he wanted more. Needed more.

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