Filthy Innocence

She looked soft. Almost untouched. The kind of quiet beauty that made men glance twice and then look away.

Alex Jameson never looked away.

For nearly a year the powerful billionaire watched Maya Wright from across crowded rooms and glass elevators, wanting the soft-spoken gallery girl with the innocent eyes. When he finally stopped waiting, careful longing turned filthy fast. Behind closed doors he claimed every soft part of her with deliberate, relentless intensity. Hands around her throat. Fingers in her hair. Deep, rough strokes that left her shaking and begging for more.