Nina had tried for seven nights.
Seven humiliating nights of silk dresses, scented oils, and slow touches. All she wanted was a way to make him get pregnant since that was her only option for survival.
And every time, Ryker had shut her down.
He never shouted. He didn’t even bother to look disgusted. He just turned away, his broad shoulders vanishing into shadows, and every part of his body screamed the same thing: he wanted Jenna, not her.
“Ryker…” Nina’s voice slipped into a whisper, sultry and low, as she leaned against the edge of his desk. Her silk nightdress clung to her curves, the neckline plunging scandalously. “You’ve worked too much today. Let me take your mind off things.”
Ryker didn’t even look up. His broad shoulders remained hunched over documents, his jaw tight, his e
