Kayan watched Primrose turn on her heel and stride from the room, her posture stiff, her footsteps hard and loud on the marble floor.
A flood of regret, so real and unfiltered it shocked him, filled him. He gritted his teeth against anger, and the painful arousal that was still making its presence felt.
10 years and he hadn’t felt the slightest twinge of s****l desire. Nothing. But Primrose had brought it roaring to life the first time she had come into his office. And when he had come in from his ride in the forest he had seen her, bending over his bed, her tight butt on display for him, looking like every man’s perfect fantasy… it had been too much.
The need to take her, to push her onto the bed and shove that little dress up around her hips…it had been so strong he had honestly wonde
