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mbient noise of the lounge seemed to blur into a soft, distant hum. My pulse fluttered against my throat

a casual flick of his fingers, a waiter materialized with a silver tray bearing three flut

ring warmth. "To your sweet surrender," he murmured, his amber eyes glittering under the dim c

it was an intimate command that left a

rim of his glass to my juice, his chestnut gaze dipping brazenly

oulder, the musky heat of his chest radiating through my dress,

ly. His hand settled on the small of my bare back, fingers s

combined pheromones and magnetic power fel

e entrance into the hushed interior of

his heavy frame shifting with quiet, coiled power. In the back, there was nowhere to hide. I sat fla

cold fingers into his warm palm. He brought my hand to his mouth, pressing a

ind my shoulders. His long fingers toyed with the ends of my hai

his breath tickling my heated cheek. "You b

into an elevator that opened exclusively onto a sprawli

dream of dark silk, scorching

ipper down the spine of my dress, peeling the fabric away wit

ed me into a deep, possessive kiss that stole every scrap of breath from my lu

heat of his corded chest against mine as his lips trailed a blistering path along my jawline, mar

overwhelming surrender was my sweetest, most depraved vengeance. I drowned in their to

kness claimed me, their low voices blended together in an ancien

n again, bright morning su

bed larger than any I had ever seen, every muscl

ed leather lounge across from

hal in the daylight. Kaelen was reviewing data on a slim tablet; Damon sat back with an espresso, one ankle c

e, my cheeks flaring with heat as every vivid

eyes assessing me with dark, li

ound composed despite the shiver running t

with an amused glance. "Leave? Sweetheart,

on retrieved a sleek smartphone from his pocket, glanced at t

line-furious, breathless, an

d out of my office yesterday afternoon, ma

froze, clutching the silk duvet s

my throat, where faint, dark crimson marks from his mouth still blossomed

elly amusement. "Can't say that I have, Key. Though we did host quite an

hen Brad spoke again, his voice dropped an oct

vy, the words coming out like a low hiss through his teeth. "Becaus

olding my gaze captive across the rumpled sheets. His silver eyes gleamed with raw, predatory mis

n board meetings, your wife is a plain, obedient little housewife who only knows how to cook and fold laundry. The woman curre

ief washed over the line, follo

lyn wouldn't have the guts. But if that little nuisance does turn up anywhere near yo

ine with intoxicating, razor-sharp heat. "When we find some