ar bills in her hands, her skin flushing hot.
she yelled over the pounding
h leather. "Relax! You need to remember what it feels like to have a man actually
ir bodies swaying in perfect rhythm. Their
shirt, and ripped it open entirely, flexing his heavily tattooed abs. The move was
deeply embarrassed but letting out a nervous, breathless laugh. This was not her
ble. "Focus on the bride! Make h
in his crystal glass. The quarterly reports before him were exemplary. His empire was thriving. An
Instead, he felt like a man standing on frozen
't listening. His mind was three miles away, in a penthouse bedroom
ed notification from Rick Nash: URGENT - Visual intel o
fingers clamped down on the phoneeaned down, his face hovering inches from Claire's. The angle created an optical il
ut Houston didn't know that. And in the absence of context, his PTSD-riddled brain supplied the worst
ce cr
Salinas was his wife. His. And the sight of another man's face inches from hers detonate
of whiskey across the quarterly reports. Before Blake could finish asking what was wrong
e didn't slow for the velvet rope. One look at his face-the blazing dark eyes, the corded m
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