Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

his foot. He lowered her onto the couch

her hands on his broad chest and

first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning

dropped into a black hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton,

to pick up any trace

was completely overtaken by her yearning to go

placing her on the

hour later when the bed stopped creaking and their

against his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness

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