Faust slumped his body on the leather couch at his office. He threw his head back and shut his eyes but groaned when he saw Sierra’s face in his head.
God, he can’t shake her off his system. It’s been days since their last encounter at his hospital suite and he still get a boner to very time he remember how she submitted to him. That misty and dreamy look in her eyes as she surrendered to him made him ache everywhere with need.
But every time, a pinch of pain follows his daydreaming at the image of her leaving his suite for god knows her hat reason. Her words stabbed him more than anything else. For a man like him who didn’t feel as much as a spark to any woman but his heroine, that’s like being rejected for the first time by his first love.
He groaned again before he mushed his face
