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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