Thank God. She was finally getting to live her life. Emery refused to let her keep herself hidden away. Funny…he was the recluse, but he’d opened his own heart, dropped his walls to let her in and she’d been forced to do the same in order to love him.
Thank God“Come on, Sophie.” His voice echoed across the bathroom marble.
He appeared in the doorway, already fully dressed again and looking devastatingly handsome. If a person really could look like a million dollars, he could, in the best way. The refined, tailored suits and the silk ties, made him a thing of masculine perfection enhanced by the natural virility and sensual appeal hidden just beneath the layer of clothes. She’d seen him naked, gloriously so, and he was all man, all primal energy suffused with the s****l appeal of natural
