Fitch's pupils contracted sharply, his breathing uneven.

Zoey, on the other hand, looked on with longing. "I really want to go in there. It feels like something is calling me."

Fitch remained silent.

Zoey reached for the car door, intent on seeing for herself.

Suddenly, her wrist was grasped firmly, and Fitch pulled her into his embrace.

The assistant in the front had wisely raised the divider, leaving them in their own private space in the back.

Held tightly in his arms, Zoey wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt him trembling with fear.

But who was Fitch? The true scion of the Greenfield dynasty, sitting atop a vast fortune. How could he ever feel fear?

"Don't go," he uttered, holding her close.

Zoey didn't know what to say, forgetting even to struggle.

She couldn't understand Fitch's reaction, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Fitch suddenly looked up, pressing her down.

His lips quickly found hers.

Zoey's eyes widened, pushing against him weakly.

her strength was nothing against his, sinking without

"Mmm, let go."

the thin fabric,

flamed with

her senses, she was

impeccable, his large hand at her lower back, drawing

it hard to breathe, her

swaying landscape painting,

his hands becoming more

into the

embarrassment.

on his shoulder,

pressing heat became more mind refusing to think her head buried,

SE

slipped under her shirt, igniting sparks on her

sheen of sweat on her

seemed utterly at ease, his lips causing havoc

collapsing completely in his

for air, when she realized what had

couldn't believe

shame, she began

"Let go."

skilled, she couldn't keep up with

know where he learned such

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