Page 56 of Twisted Temptation

“The idiot thought I was you. He said his boss wanted a talk and to consider it an official invitation."

“And what did you tell the asshole?”

“To consider this an official invitation to go fuck himself.”

The corners of my mouth lift. “Well said.”

I end the call and go back down to my office because Grazalov is a problem I know how to solve. Men who want what's mine get handled. There's a protocol for that.

But there is no protocol for whatever the hell happened in that firing range.

The memory of her body against mine still burns hot in my veins. I can still feel her soft curves pressed against my chest and the heat of her body seeping through my clothes.

It made me hard then. And it’s keeping me hard now.

And no matter how much I want to deny it, I can’t.

I want to taste her.

I want to drop to my knees and bury my mouth between her thighs until I know exactly how sweet that pussy is. I want to sink my cock into her, deep and slow, and fuck the ache out of both of us.

But I have no intention of crossing that line. The deal is for twelve months, and then we divorce. One taste of her would ruin everything.

So to avoid doing that, I do what I do best. I work. And by the time I’m finished, it’s well after two in the morning when I finally ride the elevator up to the penthouse.

I strip off in my bedroom and stand under a hot shower until my skin stings, my shoulders loosen, and I slowly start to relax.

But the annoying throb in my gut doesn't go away. It reminds me that on the other side of the wall, Sunny is probably stretched out on her bed wearing those tiny bed shorts and T-shirt.

Fuck.

Deciding a nightcap might knock me out, I dry off and pull on my underwear, then head for the kitchen.

And stop dead.

Because Sunny isn’t in her bedroom. She’s in the kitchen wearing nothing but her T-shirt and a tiny pair of panties, filling a glass with water in the dark.

My cock hardens behind the thin fabric of my underwear at the sight of her.

She hasn't seen me yet.

I could walk away.

Avoid the disaster waiting to happen.

But I don't.

27

SUNNY

I’d awakened gasping in the dark from another nightmare. Thankfully, they’re not as frequent as they once were, but when they hit, they make it impossible to fall back asleep.

Which is why I’m at the sink, filling a glass with water, when the back of my neck prickles.

Goosebumps sweep down my arms, lifting every hair on my body like the air pressure in the room just changed.

I turn off the water and lift my head.