Silence was her only answer.

She moved toward the window, peering down.

“Did he leave?”

Just as she was about to turn away, she felt the cold touch of a gun against her back.

Hannah froze, her body tensing up.

In the darkness, Bryson’s voice took on a menacing tone.

“Just a routine check, Miss Moore.

“What is it you’re after, Bryson?” Hannah’s patience was wearing thin.

Just then, the gun moved down to a more vulnerable spot, making Hannah’s knees buckle.

Bryson’s chuckle, right next to her ear, sent a shiver down her spine.

after you,” he whispered, his breath warm against

“Bryson Mitchell!”

rose, frustration clear in her tone as she realized he

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“Let go of me!”

could resist, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling

glass pressed against her bare shoulders made

from Bryson’s hair fell on her neck, and the warmth

between

of her clothes began to warm up

caught her chin, forcing her to face him and his

thoughts blurred by the rising

his ki*s, his hands

from Hannah’s

trying to turn her

“Enough! Stop it,

“It’s not enough.

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