Trapped In The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

t behind them, seali

the smell of dust and industrial cleaner. The only light came from the faint

space was so narrow that Hoyt had to stand inches from her. He filled the tiny room, his

f her own breathing. The blood roaring in her ears. An

from his body through the fine wool of his suit. It brushed again

edarwood, now mixed with a hint of something darker, something warm and dis

er into the wall, to create even a millimeter of space b

ut the delicate line of her jaw, the rapid flutter of the pulse in her throat.

He felt an answering pull low in his gut, a prim

fists inside his pockets. You don't trap a wild bird b

Jordyn whispered. The silence was too

ingering on her lips, the tip of her nose, the furrow between her brow

movement. He brought his head down until his

gainst her skin, stirring the loose hairs at her t

the small space, vibrating against her eardrum and sendin

is was Carleigh's uncle. This was a man twice her age. But her body was betraying her

olor in the dark, but he could feel it, a tangible rise in temperature against the cool air. Your sk

s. It was a small retreat, a gesture of restraint

keep his voice down. He was being practical. She was the one reading into i

normal volume, though still quiet. He raised a hand and pointed tow

rk shape passed by the gap, pausi

ng back, instantly washing away the strange, confusing heat

expression grave. "W

ed the bare skin of her forearm. It was

hen she stopped. She didn't pull away entirely. She l

was already getting used to him. Used to his heat. Used t