, he could hear it clearly now: a man's low, preda

e the heel of his $2,000 Italian leather shoe into the wood next to the h

rd, slamming again

Cody Tucker was fumbling with the zipper on Chloe's dr

red, the alcohol and adrenali

e was slumped on the floor, her dress torn at the shoulder,

n's wife, the controlled fury in Julian's e

she vaguely knew, a presence that felt... safe. "Save me..." she whispered, the wor

k. He grabbed Cody by the collar of his designer shirt

Before Cody could recover, Julian seized his wrist and twisted. A sickenin

ce. He stripped off his suit jacket, walked back into the stall, and gently wr

th foreign and disturbingly natural. He strode out of the

Chloe on the plush leather sofa. She moaned, her body arching, her hands

umbled, her head thras

rs, she latched onto him like a drowning woman to a raft. Her fingers dug into his fore

... hel

h of a woman had been a source of revulsion, a trigger for his deepest anxieties. But now, with Chloe

face, her parted lips, her clo

. He scooped her up again and carried her into the master bathr

hock of the cold water making her cling to him e

to his shirt, her rapid, shallow breaths warming the skin of his neck. He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched

e a low, rough command against her

-induced fog. Her frantic movements stilled. Slowly, she lift

eyes wide with a dazed,