Three years ago, Julian Ashford handed Saoirse Whitfield divorce papers instead of the truth he owed her. She left without telling him why. Now she’s back and every inch of her makes it harder for him to breathe.

He doesn’t know about the boy with his eyes.

Saoirse built an empire out of spite and heartbreak, and she swore she’d never let Julian Ashford anywhere near her again not her company, not her son, and certainly not her bed. But the moment he corners her in that boardroom, voice low and hungry, she remembers exactly why walking away from him nearly destroyed her.

He wants her back. He wants his son. And he’s done pretending he doesn’t want her the way he used to pressed against him, breathless, undone. Saoirse tells herself resisting him is easy.

Her body keeps calling her a liar.

One secret is about to bring them back to the same bed. The only question is whether desire burns hot enough to survive the truth.