house. Adaline woke to a body that screamed-a deep, bone-aching soreness that reminded her of every i

e. His wire-rimmed glasses sat on the nightstand. In the cold light of day, he looked

at the chafe against her tender skin. Her thighs were slick with the evidence of their night, and she felt a warm trickle-h

he woke, before the awkward mor

a glass table, the sharp metal

ant, predatory awareness. He sat up, sheet pooling a

name," he said, his voi

hoe from under the sofa. She sli

users, pulled out his wallet, and flicked

ly. "Compensation for your

cal l

e card, walked to the nightstand, and s

manity-or bedroom technique. Because right now, you're a calculator wi

ith wounded pride. He processed her i

e demanded. "We need to schedu

"You are delusional." She tu

ush of air as his hand reached for her shoulder. She grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and

A

still tingling from where she'd touched the cold brass. She pulled out her

t of his hands on her hips, his breath in her ear, the way he'd filled her so completely that s

erself. Compartment

e cold a welcome shock against her overheated skin. She had real problems now-bills, debts, a brother fig

en lips, the marks of his teeth just visible at the curve of her neck. She tugged her coll

ommanded her

e cab, and the city