ar bills in her hands, her skin flushing hot.

she yelled over the pounding

h leather. "Relax! You need to remember what it feels like to have a man actually

ir bodies swaying in perfect rhythm. Their

shirt, and ripped it open entirely, flexing his heavily tattooed abs. The move was

deeply embarrassed but letting out a nervous, breathless laugh. This was not her

ble. "Focus on the bride! Make h

in his crystal glass. The quarterly reports before him were exemplary. His empire was thriving. An

Instead, he felt like a man standing on frozen

't listening. His mind was three miles away, in a penthouse bedroom

ed notification from Rick Nash: URGENT - Visual intel o

fingers clamped down on the phone

eaned down, his face hovering inches from Claire's. The angle created an optical il

ut Houston didn't know that. And in the absence of context, his PTSD-riddled brain supplied the worst

ce cr

Salinas was his wife. His. And the sight of another man's face inches from hers detonate

of whiskey across the quarterly reports. Before Blake could finish asking what was wrong

e didn't slow for the velvet rope. One look at his face-the blazing dark eyes, the corded m