I was hired to expose him. Instead, I ended up underneath him, begging for more.

Kane Ashford is everything my case file warned me about - ruthless, untouchable, and dangerous in ways no background check could capture. My job was simple: get close enough to find the evidence that would bring down his empire. Get in, get proof, get out.

Nobody warned me what it would feel like when he pinned me against his office window, his voice low against my ear, telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me before the night was over.

I told myself it was strategy. Access. Part of the investigation.

But strategy doesn't explain why I'm the one unraveling first - why every time he touches me, I forget the recorder in my bag and remember only the way he says my name when he's inside me. Why I crave the way he takes control, rough and consuming, then turns achingly gentle in the quiet after, like he's terrified of losing me before I even know the truth.

The deeper I get, the more the lines blur - between the woman gathering evidence and the woman falling apart in his bed, wrecked and wanting, unable to stop.

Because the closer I get to exposing Kane Ashford, the more I realize the biggest secret isn't his.

It's how badly I need him. Body, heart, and every truth I swore I'd never trade for a man like him.