Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 234

Her forehead was slick with a fine sheen of sweat.

Isadora couldn't shake the sensation-the warmth and solid strength of a broad chest, the reassuring weight of a large hand. It all felt far too real.

So real, in fact, that for a moment she thought she was truly wrapped in a man's embrace.

She slowly opened her eyes, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, and saw the sharp line of a man's jaw.

Victor was wearing a bathrobe-loosely tied, the sash hanging carelessly at his waist. His toned abs were on full display, and a hint of dampness clung to his skin, as if he'd just stepped out of the shower. He radiated an easygoing, lazy energy.

On reflex, Isadora shoved him away and rolled to the very edge of the bed.

She frowned, her voice edged with wariness. "Why are you back all of a sudden?"

Victor couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. "What's wrong, were you hiding someone in here? That's quite a response."

Isadora felt drained, her body weak and listless from her period.

She tossed off the covers and made to get up. "I'll sleep in the guest room."

Victor reached out, his hand closing firmly around her slender arm. With a gentle but insistent tug, he pulled her right back.

across his

and low, with

herself up, her tone clipped. "I'm not exactly in

Fitzgerald had in mind

shot her a sidelong glance, his eyes half-lidded with mischief. "Did

her tucked right there

face was pressed against his bare skin, his chin resting in her

still on her abdomen, gently

to admit, his touch did ease the cramps-at

aftershave radiating from him was

he was in the mood, ignored whenever it

her chest tighten, her head swim

voice stubborn. "I

holding her gaze for a long moment. "Why the

"I'm not feeling well. I'd

her whole demeanor

in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "So, I'm the problem? You can't sleep with me

another word, he got up, towering over