Surrendering to the Forbidden

He was forbidden fruit wrapped in expensive suits and everything taboo. My father's best friend. My godfather. My new boss. At forty two to my twenty six, Alexander Blackwood should have stayed in the safe box marked "family" but one look in a moonlit garden shattered decades of boundaries. Now I burn every time he walks into a room. Every accidental touch sends heat pooling between my thighs. Every professional meeting becomes torture as I imagine his hands on my skin instead of contracts. He fights it with clenched jaws and careful distance but I see the hunger in his eyes. The way his control fractures when I bite my lip. We're playing with fire that will destroy everything when we finally combust. But God help me, I want to burn.