He’s looking at me with the kind of voracious appetite that only means one thing. This man desires what he sees. Would he ever cross that invisible line to take what he wants? I don’t know, but one thing I’m certain of, is that the longer I stand here, the more we’re both tiptoeing toward the edge of something forbidden. My chest rises and falls, breasts feeling heavy and full as his eyes continue to roam freely, dragging across my body, leaving a trail of crackling sparks beneath my skin in their wake. “Go to bed, Layla.” There’s a warning in his voice that makes me shudder, like he can’t be
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