Secret Infatuation
Alex’s hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer.
I guided him back toward the bed, our lips never breaking apart. When the backs of his knees hit the edge, he sank down, bringing me with him. My hands explored his body, tracing every line and curve while his fingers tangled in my hair.
"Liam," he gasped as I trailed kisses down his neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His reactions spurred me on, a mix of soft moans and breathless whispers filling the room.
The world outside disappeared. There was no club, no rival CEOs, no wolves or secrets—just the two of us, lost in each other.