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This week, we're teasing you with a scorching excerpt from a summer fling forbidden romance that defies all the rules.

Brace yourself for heart-pounding moments as forbidden desires and undeniable chemistry collide. ❤️‍🔥 It's a world where passion knows no limits.

But here's the catch: we won't reveal the book or author. 🤫 Consider it a playful game of seductive intrigue.

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Without further ado, immerse yourself in a steamy encounter that will ignite your imagination, leaving you yearning for more.

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“Why am I sitting in the front row? I can help you.”

“Boss’s orders.”

“Andrew wanted me here?” She motioned with her finger to the seat, smack-dab in the center. This totally was a setup. 

“Yes, ma’am, he did.” The lights dropped to a dim. “I hope you’re ready.” 

“What does that mean?” Brione asked her, retreating back. “Eliana,” she hissed, “what does it—”

The sound of thunder rumbled. The women clapped and howled as the sound of heavy rain filled the room, and dazzling lights flickered like lightning. This was the first concert for her, not that she wasn’t a music fan, she was. Time just didn’t allow for it. But thanks to her best friend, she may have found her new favorite singer.

The stage had a drummer and keyboardist dressed in all black. They blended into the background and the lights faded as the storm crashed once again, and Brione saw him walk on stage and stand behind the microphone.

A feeling of excitement stirred in the pit of her stomach.

Now would be a fitting time for a motivational talk, a talk to keep your legs crossed, panties on. Anything to keep her from giving in to what her body wanted, craved. The best advice she could give herself—to herself—was don’t look the man in the eyes. They shot like an arrow straight to her heart, and his smile ignited the furnace in the pit of her stomach that always traveled south. And under no circumstances could she relive Saturday night on her couch—dang it, she did it again.

Brione blinked several times. The screams of the women caused her to glance around the room again. Nothing but women, except the police officers, scattered around the room. 

“Girl, are you ready for this?” The woman next to her slid to the edge of her chair. “You got the best seat in the house!”

She wanted to ask questions, but the lights lifted, and the woman went from cool as a cucumber to berserk in point zero five seconds. The fog machines turned on, and a white haze filled the room.

The drummer thumped in sync with the music as the rain morphed into the sound of a beating heart with the faint sound of lovers' declarations of love and soft moans of ecstasy.

Brione couldn’t take her eyes off the stage. He shifted from left to right until he settled in a shoulder-width stance with one hand behind his back. Her eyes raked over his body, from his black shoes to the loose black pants with a sequin detail up the sides of his legs. His muscles rippled under his snow-white shirt, and Brione slowly gazed up to find Marques’ eyes, and he winked.

Hidden in the haze of the dark room, she decided to give herself this moment. Tonight she wanted to be the version of herself that desired Marques. No one had to know. 

Her heart beat louder than the drummer in her ears. Oh, to have the skill to clear the room and have him all to herself magically.

Marques stepped to the microphone, “Tonight is a very special night, and I plan to make it one you’ll never…ever…forget,” he said to the room, but his eyes remained locked on hers.

“Would you mind…if I…sing to you?” The piercing screams would leave her deaf. Then the track dropped, and it went so silent she thought she’d managed to sprinkle pixy dust and made them disappear. 

“Would you mind if I put on a little slow jaaaaaammmmm...before I...?” 

His lopsided, sexy grin sent the room into another wave of screams and shouts of “I love you, Marques.” 

“I love you too.” 

He stepped down from the stage and revealed the hand of roses behind his back. He gave one to the screaming head beside her. Then he passed her and went down the aisle. The fact that the women remained seated as instructed was a miracle, but it didn’t stop them from reaching out and running their hands over his chest.

When he made it back to the front, the two lone buttons were gone, and his caramel-dipped skin glistened beneath the lights as he stood with a single rose in his hand. He held the rose by its stem as he used the soft flower to caress her bare leg. 

Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

Brione squeezed her thighs together to keep the blaze at bay. She crossed her legs following her own advice as he brushed the fragrant rose along her v neckline. Not missing a beat or lyric, he sang while her heart somersaulted in her chest.  

“Intoxicated…I’m intoxicated…” He cooed, not taking his eyes off hers. “Baby, would you mind…”

The audience sang every word and ad-lib. The night was full of his pure talent, sexual innuendos, and screaming fans. As it neared the end, the music dropped to a soft volume.

“I never close a concert without—”

“Pick me," "Over here," and “I’m your number one fan,” resounded over the music. Brione was in a daze churning with a desire she’d never known existed. All night he’d danced and sung, slowly seducing her with his voice, his lyrics, his presence. 

He flashed his million-dollar smile and laughed lazily, “I guess you’ve all been to one of my shows before.” 

The audience laughed too. But the pleas continued leaving her curious about what he planned to do next. He walked over to the side and pulled out a red velvet chair. 

The cool cucumber gasped and about fell out of her seat, trying to jump up to her feet. Brione snickered at the theatrics of it all.

Marques turned the chair to face the wall behind the stage, and the “stay in your seat” rule evaporated. The crowd went crazy, hopping up and down with their hands raised, anxious to get his attention, to be the teacher’s pet. But something about the look in his eyes told her he'd made his selection. 

She hoped her eyes conveyed her plea: Don’t pick me. She knew her panties were soaked, and this was the most unorthodox interview she’d ever experienced. Marques laughingly shook his head and tossed his shirt aside, sending the bunch into an uproar. The beat changed, and he rolled his body in a Jamaican grind that left her licking her lips and rocking with him until he stopped in front of her.

He held the microphone behind his back and leaned beside her, whispering in a low, smooth tone for her ears only. “Are you ready?”

She shook her head. 

“I could lap dance on another.”  

“Not and live to tell about it,” she flirted back.

His laughter was contagious, and she turned until their lips almost touched.

“I’m about to get very inappropriate.” She inhaled his intoxicating scent. “But only for you.”

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