"Taste this, Victoria.” Serena held the wooden spoon close to her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her voice was low and warm, like the sauce itself.

Victoria stood in her sleek, modern kitchen. At thirty-eight, she ran a major company and made million-dollar decisions every day. But right now, with Serena only inches away, she felt strangely nervous. 

The twenty-six-year-old chef smiled as Victoria leaned in and tasted the rich, creamy sauce. It was warm, slightly spicy, and dangerously addictive.

“Fuck… it’s perfect,” Victoria murmured. Her eyes stayed fixed on Serena’s soft lips. 

Serena’s tank top clung to her body from the heat of the stove. A single drop...