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...”

kept saying her name, over and over, each time like a feather trailing across her heart-soft, teasing,

heavier, her eyes fluttering shut, waiting for him to

as if he was under a spell,

waited, then finally cracked

that lazy, devil-may-care grin

huh?" he

a breath, mortified and furious all at once. She

way! I'm done

she was really about to lose her cool, and quickly

one who can't take it! If you keep holding out on me, your poor husband's gonna die

caught her hands, pinned

room grew hot,

though, not everyone was

Zane was drinking alone,

him. On WhatsApp, on his phone-everywhere. Total radio

looked like the poster boy for heartbreak, slouched in his chair, glass

doorbell suddenly rang, breaking

"Who the

up and checked

No one there.

late-way past midnight-so he didn't open the door. Instead,

to check

Not a

off. Maybe he

as soon as he left the office, the doorbell

time, Zane was sure he wasn't

the kitchen-just in case-and crept

Just the night wind howling

there, scowling,

broken, not quite male or

hair stood on end. Gritting his teeth, he yanked

around? Show yourself!" he

Only the wind answered.

and headed to the bathroom, turning

a cold splash to clear his

blasted from the faucet, scalding his

Zane yelped, jumping

from his eyes and stared

What the ?

heater was always set at 104°F (40°C). How did it

he could figure it out, the temperature

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