All Chapters of Carnal Code: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RONAN’S POVI woke up in my penthouse on the Upper East Side feeling like I had been run over by a truck.The silk sheets were twisted around my waist, my body still humming with the memory of last night. Liora’s tight pussy had been even better than I imagined…hot, gripping, and so fucking wet. But that wasn’t what kept me awake. It was the aftertaste.She had said she was mine.And for the first time in my life, I wanted someone to mean it.I checked my phone. 7:12 am. I had a 9 am board meeting, but I knew I couldn’t face her looking like a stranger. I needed to see her again. Needed to touch her. Needed to know if she regretted it.I drove straight to Voss Tower instead of going to the office.By 8:40 am, I was in my private elevator on the executive floor. The moment the doors opened, I saw her.Liora was already at her desk, typing quietly on her laptop. She wore her usual professional outfit, a crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt, but her hair was loose and falling over o

Nadia’s POVMy fingers kept drifting away from the keyboard, no matter how hard I tried to focus on that damn logo for my client. The cursor blinked at me accusingly on the screen, but my eyes kept pulling toward the living room window like they had a mind of their own. And there he was again—Dax.Forty-two, shirtless, pushing that lawnmower across his backyard with the kind of easy confidence that made my stomach tighten. Sweat traced shiny paths down his broad chest and over the ridges of his abs. The salt-and-pepper stubble on his jaw caught the warm evening light, and every time he turned, the muscles in his shoulders flexed in a way that felt deliberately cruel. I pressed my thighs together, feeling that familiar, needy throb bloom between my legs.I’m Nadia. Twenty-five. Long chestnut hair that falls in loose waves down to the middle of my back, soft hourglass curves, full breasts, and hips that sway more than I mean them to. I make a living as a freelance graphic designer, work

Nadia’s POVMy fingers kept drifting away from the keyboard, no matter how hard I tried to focus on that damn logo for my client. The cursor blinked at me accusingly on the screen, but my eyes kept pulling toward the living room window like they had a mind of their own. And there he was again—Dax.Forty-two, shirtless, pushing that lawnmower across his backyard with the kind of easy confidence that made my stomach tighten. Sweat traced shiny paths down his broad chest and over the ridges of his abs. The salt-and-pepper stubble on his jaw caught the warm evening light, and every time he turned, the muscles in his shoulders flexed in a way that felt deliberately cruel. I pressed my thighs together, feeling that familiar, needy throb bloom between my legs.I’m Nadia. Twenty-five. Long chestnut hair that falls in loose waves down to the middle of my back, soft hourglass curves, full breasts, and hips that sway more than I mean them to. I make a living as a freelance graphic designer, work

Nadia’s POVThe storm rolled in fast, the kind that makes you feel small and alive all at once. Thunder shook the windows while rain hammered against the glass like it was trying to get inside. I stood in my living room, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the weather. It was Wednesday night, and Dax had texted me barely twenty minutes earlier.Dax: Power’s out on my side. You okay over there?I’d answered right away.Nadia: Mine too. It’s pretty bad out here.Dax: I’ve got a generator and some candles. I’ll come over if you’re comfortable with that.Comfortable. The word felt like a polite little lie. I wasn’t comfortable. I was on fire.I changed quickly, slipping into an oversized white t-shirt that skimmed the tops of my thighs and left my lace panties on underneath. No bra. My full breasts moved freely under the soft fabric, my nipples already tight from the cool draft coming through the cracked window and the pure anticipation humming through my veins. I shook

Nadia’s POVMy body was still humming from the night before. I could still feel the ghost of Dax’s thick fingers sliding through my soaked folds, stretching me, the low growl in his voice when he told me I was dripping for a married man. I’d barely slept, waking up twice to touch myself, but it never quite scratched the itch. The ache between my legs had become constant, almost painful.It was Thursday evening. Elena was coming back tomorrow night. Time was slipping away, and that pressure only made me hungrier, more reckless.I texted him after lunch, my fingers shaking a little as I typed.Nadia: The AC in my bedroom is acting up again. Any chance you can take another look? I’ll be home all evening.His reply took twenty agonizing minutes to come through.Dax: I’ll come by at 7:30. Keep the door unlocked.My heart immediately kicked into overdrive. I took my time getting ready. I showered slowly, shaved everything smooth, then rubbed lotion into my skin until it felt soft and glowin