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...”

name, over and over, each time like

fluttering shut, waiting for him to show her

repeating her name, as if he

waited, then finally

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

desperate, huh?"

once. She pushed at his chest, trying to shove

way! I'm done

really about to lose her cool, and quickly changed

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

pinned them above her head, and

grew hot, rippling

else, though, not everyone was having

was drinking alone, downing whiskey like water-all because of

blocked him. On WhatsApp, on his

boy for heartbreak, slouched in his chair,

doorbell suddenly rang,

"Who

answer. He got up and

No one there.

didn't open

check

a

it off. Maybe

he left the office,

Zane was sure he

fruit knife from the kitchen-just in case-and crept

wind howling down

stood there, scowling,

outside-soft, broken, not quite

end. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the door open again. Silence. The crying stopped

messing around? Show yourself!" he yelled

Only the wind answered.

and headed

desperate for a cold splash

water blasted from the

Zane yelped, jumping

wiped water from his eyes and stared at

What the ?

always set at 104°F (40°C). How did

out, the temperature

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