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Elena shivered, her nipples pebbling under his ministrations. She arched into his touch, craving more of the delicious friction. Ryan obliged, cupping the weight of her breasts in his palms and kneading gently.He leaned down to capture one rosy peak between his lips, suckling and teasing until Elen
Ryan scooped Elena up into his strong arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her towards the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against him as the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm left her feeling boneless and sated.He laid her down gently on the king-sized bed,
Ryan smirked. “Good.” After a moment, Ryan spoke again. “Did your father believe you?” She nodded. “Avonlea played her part.” “She didn’t look thrilled about it.” “She didn’t say no either.” He gave a quiet grunt, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. As they reached Ryan’s penthouse, Ele
The gala was winding down, its glittering energy fading into murmured conversations and the soft clinking of staff clearing champagne flutes. The music had softened to background ambiance. Elena stood near the center of the ballroom, her eyes scanning the crowd, growing more restless by the second
“He’s very good at hiding it,” Elena muttered.Across the room, Ryan was still half-listening to a woman named Naomi Delacour, the heiress of a luxury jewelry line drone on about gemstones when his eyes flicked toward Elena again. His jaw tightened slightly. The fabric of her gown shimmered with eve
The Carter Foundation Charity Gala was the kind of event that oozed sophistication, a glittering affair held in the grand ballroom of the Montclair Hotel, where crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls and the air hummed with the clinking of champagne flutes and murmured c