The Accidental Heart
Avery asked softly, a daring spark igniting in her eyes.
She reached out, her paint-stained fingers sliding gently up the silk of Vivian’s camisole until her palm rested flat over Vivian's tense, uncalculated heartbeat.
Vivian went rigid, a sharp, ragged gasp escaping her lips. The touch sent a jolt straight through her remaining defenses.
"No," Vivian murmured, her gaze falling to Avery's lips before snapping back to her eyes with a sudden, possessive hunger that shattered the corporate facade.
She reached up, her cool, manicured hand wrapping firmly around Avery's wrist, anchoring her palm against her beating heart.