Apex Bloom
He looked at the bruises blooming on my collarbone, the split in my lip, and the absolute, unapologetic power radiating from the way I sat on his silk sheets.
"You broke the haptic sensors," Franco said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory rasp. "That’s a three – million – pound piece of equipment."
"Charge it to Lyle’s frozen accounts," I said smoothly, setting my glass on the nightstand.
Franco stopped right at the edge of the mattress. The professional distance was entirely gone. The air between us was suffocating, thick with a dark, violent lust. He reached out, his calloused thumb tracing the line of my jaw, stopping just at the corner of my mouth.
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