Hazel gasped softly, the sudden, intimate contact catching her off guard. She tried to push herself off his thighs, her fever-addled brain recognizing the danger of the physical boundary they were crossing."Stop moving," Xavier growled softly. He tightened his large arms around her completely wrapped form, securing her firmly against his chest. "You are freezing. Stop fighting me."Hazel lacked the strength to fight. She slumped heavily against him, her cheek resting against the crook of his neck. The heavy, intoxicating scent of cedarwood and musk enveloped her, and despite the chaos of the situation, the sheer, solid warmth of his body eventually lured her back into a restless sleep.When she woke up again, the environment had completely changed.She was lying in a massive, sprawling bed. The sheets beneath her were incredibly soft, heavy dark silk. She recognized the scent of the room immediately. She was in the master bedroom of Penthouse 42.The bedside lamp was turned on, castin
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