Chapter 1203

In an instant, Elysia felt her whole body flush, blood rushing straight to her cheeks.

Her porcelain skin turned a shade of red that could rival a boiled lobster.

There he was—someone was lying stark naked in bed, not a stitch on!

The sight was... well, honestly, it was way more than Elysia could handle.

Without thinking, she grabbed the edge of the comforter and tried to cover him up again.

But before she could tuck him in, Tarquin's long arm shot out, pulling her right into the bed with him.

He rolled over, caging her beneath him, trapping her in his embrace.

His voice, low and a little hoarse, sounded right in her ear-deliciously restrained:

"Done with your work?"

His breath was warm and tickled her ear, the air between them thick with anticipation.

Elysia's heart beat so fast she thought it might burst, her face burning.

"You... why aren't you asleep yet?" she stammered.

"Waiting for you."

"Waiting for what?"

The words were barely out of her mouth before she realized how dumb that sounded. He wasn't even wearing boxers. It was pretty obvious what he wanted.

Tarquin's handsome eyes narrowed, a mysterious gleam flickering in their depths.

"Take a guess."

His hands were already starting to wander.

Elysia could feel the pounding of his heart, the heat of his palms—and, well,

certain other unmistakable signs.

"Elysia-," he murmured.

"Yeah?" she answered, voice trembling.

“Elysia.”

"Mm-hmm."

“Elysia...”

like a feather trailing across her heart-soft, teasing, impossible to

heavier, her eyes fluttering shut, waiting for him to show her just how much he wanted

instead, he just kept repeating her name, as if

then finally cracked an eye

was looking down at her, grinning that lazy, devil-may-care grin that made him so infuriatingly

desperate, huh?" he

in a breath, mortified and furious all at once. She pushed at his chest, trying

way! I'm done

she was really about to lose her cool, and quickly changed

If you keep holding out on me, your poor husband's

hands, pinned them

hot, rippling with something

else, though, not everyone was

was drinking alone,

On WhatsApp, on

boy for heartbreak, slouched in his chair, glass in

suddenly rang, breaking

"Who

up and

No one there.

midnight-so he didn't open the

office to check

Not a

it off. Maybe he was

left the office,

was sure

kitchen-just in case-and crept to

night wind howling

there, scowling, then shut the

he heard crying outside-soft, broken, not quite male or female, just a low, eerie

yanked the door open again. Silence.

around? Show yourself!" he yelled into

Only the wind answered.

headed to the bathroom,

desperate for a cold splash to clear his

from the faucet,

Zane yelped,

water from his eyes and stared at the water

What the ?

always set at 104°F (40°C). How

it out, the temperature dropped

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