My arms were locked around his neck, my body pressed tight against his hard chest. I could feel the strong, furious beat of his heart against mine and the undeniable proof of his desire pressing against my thigh.
He didn't speak. The silence was thick with the weight of two years of regret and the knowledge that we were playing hide and seek with time and it is going to catch up to us very soon.
He carried me straight into his massive, bedroom. The space was sleek, dark, and masculine, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the lights glittering outside. The only soft feature was the huge bed, covered in expensive dark linen
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He set me down gently beside the bed, but he didn't let go. His eyes were dark, intense, and demanding, searching my face.
"No lies in this room, Ava,
