His breath blew over my damp hair across my neck. I listened as his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep holding me. We needed to talk. I had so much I wanted to say, but he needed sleep. I’d seen the exhaustion in his eyes. We could talk later. His tightening arms woke me...
Sir was seeing her grief for the first time since Master’s death. Focusing entirely on her. And, even though she knew she was selfish, she needed this desperately. She could no longer live with the sadness surrounding them. Sir acted almost as if nothing had happened and he did little more than h...
Fortunately, La Roca Ardiente didn’t require a tie or dinner jacket, because, unlike Stephon, Matt hated wearing either. Feeling the tension in Jewel’s body, he knew things were only going to get worse. He thought about ordering her another drink, but decided to wait and see if she’d stick around...