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Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***

Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***
Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***

Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***

“I’m tired of fighting this.” I barely heard his words over my ragged breaths while my fingers danced through his hair. His tongue! My God. It ran over my throat before he grunted, “I can’t pretend I don’t want you, Winter. I do. With every part of me, I do.”
     

All at once, his arms clamped around my body, and Jackson turned me around until he had me backed against the bed. I was tired of finding it, too, and I lay back gladly, wrapping my legs around his hips while he lowered himself over me. Now his hardening dick was lined up with my hot, throbbing pussy. Every movement of his hips pressed him against me, making the tension in my core unbearable before I had taken off a stitch of clothes.

“Oh God,” I moaned as I lifted my hips, eager for more.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his mouth moving over my skin, his hands working the old sweatshirt I threw on today over my head. I pulled my arms free of it and arched my back, letting him work the tank top underneath up over my chest. “Perfect,” he grunted greedily before latching onto one of my nipples and pulling it to a tight point between his lips.

I would come soon if he kept this up. It was all so intense and extreme, like the first time all over again. My body was alive in a way that dance could never make me feel. I had finally found something better than dancing.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered before switching sides, making me writhe as the tension built and grew, my body desperate for relief. “The way you taste. The way you feel…” As he whispered, his hand slid over my stomach, making my muscles jump and flutter before he worked his fingers under the waistband of my leggings and the thong underneath.

“Yes!” My body soared, or maybe that was my soul taking flight at the touch of his fingers against my heated flesh. His throaty groans matched his breathing, which got quicker as he worked his fingers over my slit.

“Wet,” he growled, his tongue sliding over my neck before his hot breath touched my ear. “So fucking wet. Is that how much you want this? Have you missed this?”

“Oh God,” I sobbed, spreading my legs wider, jerking my hips desperately. “Yes!”

“Show me,” he ordered, dipping into my wetness to find my swollen clit.

Fireworks. They exploded in my head, filling it with gold, silver, and red, all of it sparkling around me as a mind-numbing orgasm tore through me all at once. I didn’t know if Jackson was laughing or panting as I rode it out, my body bucking, my soul shattering.

“That’s right,” he urged through it all, his whispers reaching my awareness through the fog of bliss. “Let go. Come for me. Come for me again.”

“I couldn’t help it. It wouldn’t stop. “I… I don’t… can’t take it.” I grabbed hold of his forearm when it was all too much, my nails biting into his skin until he finally eased up and let me catch my breath while he continued kissing, touching, finally pulling his hand from my leggings so he could taste me glistening on his fingers. It was insanely erotic, heating me up when I had just started to cool off, witnessing him wanting me.

“I’m going to need more of that,” he grunted, already sliding down my body and peeling off my pants and thong on the way down.

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SYNOPSIS

"One show. Three months. A secret that changes everything."

Jackson

She ghosted me. Four years ago, Winter walked out without a word. Now she’s back with legs that still drive me crazy and a show I’d kill to produce. I should keep it business only, but the chemistry between us? Still explosive.
Only this time, she’s hiding something, and I’m not giving up until I find out what.

Winter

I swore I’d never let Jackson Bennett get under my skin again.
But one look and I’m right back where I started—wanting the one man who could ruin everything. He doesn’t know I left with more than just a broken heart.
He doesn’t know my secret.
And if his mother finds out I’m back, she’ll destroy us both.
"

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Buried Truths - Elite Men of Vegas Paperback 4 ***PREORDER NOW for OCTOBER 27TH 2026***

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“I’m tired of fighting this.” I barely heard his words over my ragged breaths while my fingers danced through his hair. His tongue! My God. It ran over my throat before he grunted, “I can’t pretend I don’t want you, Winter. I do. With every part of me, I do.”
     

All at once, his arms clamped around my body, and Jackson turned me around until he had me backed against the bed. I was tired of finding it, too, and I lay back gladly, wrapping my legs around his hips while he lowered himself over me. Now his hardening dick was lined up with my hot, throbbing pussy. Every movement of his hips pressed him against me, making the tension in my core unbearable before I had taken off a stitch of clothes.

“Oh God,” I moaned as I lifted my hips, eager for more.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his mouth moving over my skin, his hands working the old sweatshirt I threw on today over my head. I pulled my arms free of it and arched my back, letting him work the tank top underneath up over my chest. “Perfect,” he grunted greedily before latching onto one of my nipples and pulling it to a tight point between his lips.

I would come soon if he kept this up. It was all so intense and extreme, like the first time all over again. My body was alive in a way that dance could never make me feel. I had finally found something better than dancing.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered before switching sides, making me writhe as the tension built and grew, my body desperate for relief. “The way you taste. The way you feel…” As he whispered, his hand slid over my stomach, making my muscles jump and flutter before he worked his fingers under the waistband of my leggings and the thong underneath.

“Yes!” My body soared, or maybe that was my soul taking flight at the touch of his fingers against my heated flesh. His throaty groans matched his breathing, which got quicker as he worked his fingers over my slit.

“Wet,” he growled, his tongue sliding over my neck before his hot breath touched my ear. “So fucking wet. Is that how much you want this? Have you missed this?”

“Oh God,” I sobbed, spreading my legs wider, jerking my hips desperately. “Yes!”

“Show me,” he ordered, dipping into my wetness to find my swollen clit.

Fireworks. They exploded in my head, filling it with gold, silver, and red, all of it sparkling around me as a mind-numbing orgasm tore through me all at once. I didn’t know if Jackson was laughing or panting as I rode it out, my body bucking, my soul shattering.

“That’s right,” he urged through it all, his whispers reaching my awareness through the fog of bliss. “Let go. Come for me. Come for me again.”

“I couldn’t help it. It wouldn’t stop. “I… I don’t… can’t take it.” I grabbed hold of his forearm when it was all too much, my nails biting into his skin until he finally eased up and let me catch my breath while he continued kissing, touching, finally pulling his hand from my leggings so he could taste me glistening on his fingers. It was insanely erotic, heating me up when I had just started to cool off, witnessing him wanting me.

“I’m going to need more of that,” he grunted, already sliding down my body and peeling off my pants and thong on the way down.

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