“Emery?” Such a sweet, innocent sounding voice. Damn, she was a hell of an actress.
He tightened his grip on her lower back as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“Care to go somewhere private?”
“Why?” she whispered back.
He nipped her ear and pressed his erection against her belly. Sophie’s lips parted on a soft, shivery sigh.
“You lead, I’ll follow,” she promised, eyes half closed as she linked her arm in his. A blush lit her cheeks as he led her from the dance floor. He had a perfect place in mind for what he needed to do. One last time, he’d pretend she was the woman he’d given his world to. One more night, then he’d cast her out and move on.
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Sophie had that awful sense of doom. It filled her to the brim like smoke curling up from a deadly spell from a witch’s cauldro
