Flooded by His Thickness (Breading)

Alessia had always kept her cravings boxed away in neat little corners—behind expensive pencil skirts, polite conversations, and polite rejections. She was the woman who had it all: power, poise, and the ability to silence a room just by entering it. But power has a way of attracting an opposite. And Logan was exactly that: her contradiction. Towering, unreadable, and exuding a quiet confidence that didn't beg for attention but seized it, Logan stepped into her life like a tidal force. He wasn't polished or subtle. He was raw. Dangerous. Impossible to ignore. And everything about him made Alessia's throat dry. She should have walked away. Should have ignored the way his eyes lingered. The way his voice dropped when he said her name. But it was already too late. Because every time she looked at him, the only thing she could think was: how the hell could something so big feel that necessary?