The pounding on the door didn’t stop.
It came again—harder, sharper, echoing through the master bedroom like a warning. Maya stiffened in Sebastian’s arms, her breath catching as the sound cut through the heat between them. Sebastian pulled back, his jaw tightening in irritation.
“Who the hell—” he muttered under his breath.
Maya grabbed his shirt, her voice low and urgent. “Don’t open it.”
He looked at her, surprised by the edge in her tone.
“Just ignore it,” she whispered, pulling him back into a kiss, desperate to reclaim the moment before it slipped away. Her lips pressed against his with renewed urgency, her fingers curling into the fabric at his shoulders.
For a heartbeat, Sebastian let himself fall into her again. His hands slid to her waist, his mouth moving against hers with
