Killian DavenportThe study door clicks shut behind her. I’ve been restraining myself all evening. While we were together in that kitchen, during dinner and even buried myself in work to get my mind off her.But she came to me herself. She asked to come into my study. And now, Elena stands just inside the room, barefoot in nothing but my black t-shirt. It drowns her. The hem brushes the tops of her thighs, and every time she shifts her weight, I catch a glimpse of smooth skin that makes my jaw tighten. Her nipples are visible through the thin fabric, hardened from the cool air or nerves or both. She’s holding out her injured finger.I should hand her the bandage box and send her back to bed.Instead, I close the distance slowly, like a man walking toward something he knows will ruin him.She watches me approach, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. That fucking apple scent of hers is everywhere in here now, mixing with the smell of old books and rain against the windows. My cock has
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