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The elevator doors of the Minkus International Building hissed open on the 25th floor, revealing a space that looked more like a high-end art gallery than a porn studio. The walls were lined with slee

The elevator dinged as it reached the 25th floor of the Minkus International building, its polished brass doors sliding open with a whisper. Maya Matthews-Hunter stepped out first, her heels clicking

--- The spread of charcuterie and chilled wine on the penthouse balcony was barely touched. Maya Matthews-Hunter had kicked off her heels an hour ago, her toes curling against the warm stone tiles as

The SUV hummed along the winding backroads, its tinted windows shielding the heated exchange in the backseat from any prying eyes. Red McBride gripped the wheel with one hand, her fiery red hair tied

--- The living room was still warm from the afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Riley Matthews-Hunter stretched out on the sofa, her

You grin across the cluttered coffee table in our sun-drenched penthouse, the afternoon light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows like it's in on our little game. Empty takeout boxes from l