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 a feather trailing across her heart-soft, teasing, impossible
for him to show her just how much
just kept repeating her name, as if he was under a spell, making no
then finally cracked
her, grinning that lazy, devil-may-care grin that made him so infuriatingly
huh?" he
breath, mortified and furious all at once. She
I'm
she was really about to lose her cool,
out on me,
she could protest, he caught her hands, pinned them above her head, and kissed her
room grew hot, rippling
not everyone was having such a good
alone, downing whiskey like water-all because of
on his phone-everywhere.
boy for heartbreak, slouched in his chair, glass in
suddenly rang,
"Who the
answer. He got up and checked the
No one there.
past midnight-so he didn't open the door.
office to check the security
Not a soul
Maybe
as he left the office,
was
kitchen-just in case-and crept to the
night wind howling
scowling, then shut
he heard crying outside-soft, broken, not quite male
yanked the door open again. Silence.
Show yourself!"
Only the wind answered.
door and headed to the bathroom,
desperate for a cold splash to
blasted from the faucet, scalding his
Zane yelped,
from his eyes and stared at the water
What the ?
heater was always set at 104°F (40°C). How did
it out, the temperature dropped right back to
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