The CEO's Mark

The night is still young.

Silver moonlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a hazy glow throughout the small room.

In the shadows, the man's heavy, feverish breaths scorch the woman's tender skin, leaving her unbearably hot. A fine sheen of sweat beads on her pale skin, and a faint fragrance drifts through the air.

The woman's bright eyes are tightly shut, her long, curled lashes fluttering slightly. She wants to pretend...