Alexander didn't bother with an answer.To prove his theory, he suddenly swept me off my feet, carrying me bridal-style toward the master suite."Alexander! It's the middle of the day!"I kicked my legs in protest, but I was pinned firmly against his broad, solid chest."Daylight is better," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against my ribs.He kicked the bedroom door open and tossed me onto the plush, oversized mattress before pinning me down with the full, delicious weight of his body."I can see you more clearly this way.""Wait... Alexander..."I tried to protest, but he caught my lips in a bruising, hungry kiss that stole the very air from my lungs."Tell me first... what exactly...""After we're done."The afternoon sun blazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the air in the room thick and sweltering.He was more intense than usual—more desperate, more obsessed.His hands were everywhere, s
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