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...”
time like a feather trailing across
her eyes fluttering shut, waiting for him to show her
name, as if he was under a
then finally cracked an eye
her, grinning that lazy, devil-may-care grin that
huh?" he
breath, mortified and furious all at once. She pushed at his chest, trying to shove him
I'm done
to lose her cool, and
okay, it's me! I'm the one who can't take it! If you keep holding out on me, your poor husband's gonna die of frustration! And then what? No more husband
pinned them above her head, and kissed
room grew hot,
everyone was having such a good
drinking alone, downing whiskey like water-all because
WhatsApp, on his phone-everywhere.
boy for heartbreak, slouched in his chair,
rang, breaking
frowned. "Who
got up and checked
No one there.
didn't open
to check the security
Not a
Maybe he was
soon as he left the office, the
time, Zane was sure
fruit knife from the kitchen-just in case-and crept to the door,
Just the night wind howling down
there, scowling, then shut the
crying outside-soft, broken, not quite male or female, just a
on end. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the door
yourself!" he yelled into the
Only the wind answered.
he slammed the door and headed to the bathroom, turning
desperate for a cold
water blasted from
Zane yelped,
eyes and
What the ?
always set at 104°F
the
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