"Ah!"

Lizetta gasped, closing her eyes tight.

Remington, already prepared, spread his arms wide and caught the woman tumbling out of the closet into his embrace. He stepped back, and both he and Lizetta fell to the ground together.

Lizetta's chin hit Remington's collarbone, causing a sharp pain that made her nose tingle. When she opened her eyes, she was met with Remington's deep, dark gaze, swirling with a familiar yet dangerous desire. Following his gaze downward, Lizetta's mind buzzed as a wave of heat engulfed her. Her towel had come undone.

"Let go! You jerk!"

arms were tightly wrapped around her slender, smooth waist, refusing to release her, not willing to let her get up and leave. Lizetta's face turned a bright shade of red, and Remington, with a pained expression, said, "Don't move, I think

a jerk in this situation? After all, this is my room, and Ms. Madden, you're the one who threw yourself at me and... in

and another over his eyes. "Even if you've hurt your back, your arms are fine, right?

holding her

something she shouldn't have. Remington let out a groan that was embarrassingly arousing,

up her waist, his lips pressing

his hot breath made her shiver in

sharp jawline, but he finally released his grip. Lizetta, face flushed,

on the floor of

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