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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