“Wait! They are going to catch us!” Harper's heart pounded as Raymond's strong hand gripped her wrist, yanking her into the shadowed office at the back of the capitol building.
The door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the dim space.
Outside, the paparazzi lurked, their cameras flashing like distant lightning, but in here, it was just them and ofcourse the uncanny, forbidden hunger they equally shared.
Raymond's eyes burned with possession, his huge late-forties frame towering over her 23-year-old body, muscles straining against his shirt. He didn't waste a second, shoving her against the desk, his mouth crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss.
Harper gasped into his mouth, her curvy frame arching against him. She craved this—his untapped masculine brute,
