ine. Before I know it, he has lowered me to the couch with a swift move of his hand. His other hand slides up my thigh, slipping beneath the silk robe. I can f

to him completely.

d-Is he married? The question slams into me, stopping everything. My body tenses, the heat I feel stalling, and Ric notic

ce is low, rumbling with restraint.

. But I have to ask. I push myself up slightly, meeting his gaze. My heart races, pounding

eans in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before straightening up, the atmosphere between us shifting. "I should've known y

he towers over me. My fists ball up, trembling at my sides as I glare at him, feeling sm

ion simmering between us. "And I'm almost twice your

ut I need answers. "Then why didn't that stop you from coming to

ent in the way his shoulders tense. "I told you. I tried to talk

ic?" I ask again, my voice firm now, pressing him. "I'm not r

. It feels hypocritical to hate him for cheating and then tur

married. Never have been. Never had a girlfriend eithe

ost out of it. I step closer, closing the space between us, my body pressing against his, my lips brushing the skin of his neck. "I waited for yo

tightens on my body, but when he leans in to kiss me, I turn my head, teasing him, letting my lips barely touch his cheek. My other hand moves lowe

oes to nibble on his earlobe. "But

h graze my ear. The way he groans, low and deep, sends heat rushing through me, and when his

y knees weak. His hands settle over my breasts, and I reach for his zipper, feeling the tension b

e doorbe

d me as he pulls me up, his mouth finding my neck, sucking on the skin there in a way that sends sparks shootin

't help but enjoy it. The doorbell rings

r, he's got the worst timing,"

ine my father interruptin

t me, his dark eyes still blazing wi

check," I say reluctantly, even though m

l myself off him, adjusting my robe as I head for the door

when my sto

my f

cess what I'm seeing. My father, standing outside the door of my penthouse. And here