EZRAShe smells like trouble.Sweet, heady, intoxicating trouble.I stand by the doorway, taking her in before I lean against the doorframe, fighting the urge to clench my fists. Her scent curls around me, warm skin, soft perfume, the quick, frantic beat of her heart, and it's a goddamn punch to my control.Every second she stands there, clutching that dress to her chest like some forbidden prize, I lose a little more of the leash I keep around myself."The dress," she says, voice trembling slightly. "I can't… it won't… tie."I glance down. Her fingers are tangled awkwardly at her lower back, struggling to reach the delicate ties. The dress dips low, exposing the smooth line of her spine, the gentle curve of her waist, the soft swell of her ass beneath the silk.My jaw tightens.I should tell her to go back to the living room. Or get out of the penthouse.Except I won't.I didn't even tell her to use my room. And that's what I was supposed to say.But I didn’t want her scent soaking i
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