Trapped By The Billionaire Doctor's Debt

ic, shallow jerks, each breath a ragged, desperate gasp. Her vision doubled, the dark hallway splitting into two waveri

. Clifton, who was still standing by the window holdi

ng over a side table. He grabbed the handle and yanked the heavy

beneath her. She pitched forward, falling like a broken marione

d caught her solid against his chest, her body sla

d plummeted so severely that the logical, reasoning part of her brain simply shut down. Instinct took over-animal instinct, s

aring against his chest. Her breath hitched against his collarbone in shallow, r

blazing with fever. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused, the pupils blown wid

nded, his voice thick with a raw panic he didn'

at and sensation. The cheap black-market hormones-designed to hyper-stimulate ovulation-mixed wit

ed her nervous system with an intense, burnin

ithing against his. She tried to push the thin straps of her t

bbed her wandering, feverish hands and pinned them against his chest, hi

re. She tilted her head back, looking up at his blurred

on her toes, her body pressing flush against his. She pressed her c

gasoline. The frustration, the guilt, the dark, suppressed desir

her away, froze in mid-air. His dark eyes turned

ling, wrapping around the back of his neck. She blindly searched for his

on's control snapped wit

gers tangling in her sweat-damp hair. He crushed his mouth against hers

e frame. He walked her backward, pinning her spine against the cold wall of

d instantly melted into his aggressive as

as if she weighed nothing at all. He carried her through the dark

ss, her hair fanning out around her head like spilled ink. He followed her dow

logic. There was only the heat of his skin and the des

hing and clothes hitting the floor. The tempe

rly shattered, Clifton ground out in a rough, grav

n her flushed cheek, disappearing into her tangled hair,