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Bianca's nerve endings seemed alive, humming with pleasure as her body moved in rhythm against the silken sheets.

The warm light of the room bathed her, but her focus was solely on the man between her legs. His movements were deliberate yet passionate,

a dance of devotion and desire that left her gasping for air.

"Yes...yes!" she breathed, her voice trembling with ecstasy.

A face emerged from between her thighs—a face so captivating it stole what little air remained in her lungs. His deep-set eyes sparkled with an intoxicating mix of mischief and hunger. His jaw was sharp and masculine, his cheekbones pronounced, and his lips—full, slightly crooked in a knowing smile—were damp from the traces of her pleasure. Tousled dark hair framed his face, giving him a rugged, untamed look.

Bianca's gaze drifted over his powerful shoulders and the corded muscles of his arms. His chiseled biceps flexed slightly as he steadied himself, grounding her in the moment. She clenched the satin sheets beneath her, her knuckles whitening as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.

A warm hand slipped into hers, their fingers entwining like they were made to fit together. His grip was firm yet tender, anchoring her as her body threatened to come undone.

"Don't...stop…" she murmured, barely audible as her voice broke.

He obeyed her plea, kissing his way up her trembling body. His lips brushed along her stomach, then her chest, lingering just long enough to make her shiver. His firm, warm body settled against hers, fitting perfectly. He hovered over her, a wicked gleam in his eye, his mouth just inches from hers.

"I must admit," he said, his voice low and teasing, "this interview isn't going quite how I expected."

His fingers danced lightly across her skin, tracing patterns that sent sparks shooting through her. His touch paused at the edge of her breast, and his lips hovered over hers, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath.

"Are you ready to work hard for me, Bianca?" His words were a sultry challenge, dripping with double meaning.

Her gaze swept over him, her voice a whisper of pure desire. "Oh, yes. Anything you need."

His hands found her wrists, pinning them above her head with ease. He grinned at her, his lips curving into a devilish smirk before trailing kisses down her neck. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, igniting flames in their wake. He reached her chest and teased the peaks of her breasts through the fabric of her bra, his tongue flicking out with maddening precision.

"Good," he murmured against her skin, "because this job requires long hours. We might be up all night…"

Bianca's lips sought his in a fiery kiss, and the world melted away as her body pressed against his. His hands roamed, mapping every inch of her as he rolled her over, positioning her to straddle him. Her center brushed against his hardness, sending a moan spilling from her lips. She rocked against him, unable to stop herself.

"Ohhh…" she whimpered, lost in the blissful haze.

His hands slid up her back, trailing fire along her spine. They found the clasp of her bra and expertly released it. The garment fell away, leaving her bare. She gasped as his lips found her skin again, teasing and tasting until her head tipped back, her mind swimming in pleasure. All she could think, all she could feel, was him.

Then, just as her body reached the precipice, ready to tumble over the edge into oblivion—

**BEEP BEEP BEEP!**

The harsh, shrill sound of her alarm shattered the dream. Bianca shot upright in bed, her chest heaving, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears.

"Damn," she whispered, running a hand through her damp, tangled hair. "That felt way too real."

Her body still thrummed with the remnants of the dream, the sensations too vivid to ignore. Her skin was clammy, her nerves still tingling, and her thighs clenched instinctively. The memory was already slipping away, but not fast enough. She groaned, throwing herself back against the pillows.

"Either I seriously need to get some," she muttered, "or I'm way more stressed about this interview than I realized."

Her eyes darted to the clock on her nightstand. **9:15 a.m.**

"Crap!" she yelped. "The interview!"

She scrambled out of bed, grabbing her laptop from the bedside table. The screen was still open to the biography of Ken Schuyler, the CEO of Schuyler Enterprises. His headshot stared back at her, and she froze.

It was him.

The man from her dream.

The same deep-set eyes, the same chiseled jaw, the same devilishly handsome smirk. Her stomach dropped as heat crept up her neck.

"Oh god," she groaned, slamming the laptop shut. "I can't believe I just had a sex dream about my future boss. Hopefully."

She shook her head, trying to clear the illicit thoughts swirling in her mind. She had a job to win, not fantasies to indulge. Clicking her laptop open again, she focused on the job posting.

*Live-In Nanny

Full-time position caring for eight-year-old twins.

Benefits included.

Negotiable salary.*

"Focus, Bianca," she told herself. "This is your shot. You need this job. And you need to look perfect for Ken Schuyler."

She jumped into the shower, the hot water washing away her lingering embarrassment. Her mind raced as she scrubbed her skin, crafting the perfect image of herself. By the time she stepped out, her nerves had settled into a determined buzz.

She dried off and pulled on a sleek black pencil dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Over it, she layered a brown blazer with subtle black stripes, striking the perfect balance between professionalism and understated allure. Her dark hair was styled into loose waves, and her makeup was light yet flawless—a touch of mascara, a sweep of blush, and a hint of nude lipstick.

Bianca surveyed herself in the mirror, her reflection exuding confidence. "He won't know what hit him."

With one final deep breath, she grabbed her bag and stepped out the door, ready to meet Ken Schuyler.

Her pulse quickened at the thought of seeing him in person. Would he look as devastatingly handsome as he had in her dream? Would she be able to focus, or would her mind wander to places it shouldn't?

She shook her head, forcing her thoughts to stay professional. **This is about the job.** Yet, as she made her way toward Schuyler Enterprises, the memory of his lips and the echo of his voice lingered, a promise of temptation she couldn't quite ignore.