The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of a modern high-rise apartment building, the engine cutting out abruptly. Oliver’s hands stilled on Harper's back, his breathing heavy as he fought to regain some semblance of control. “Wait here,” he commanded softly, shifting her gently off his lap so he could adjust his own disheveled appearance in the rear-view mirror. His black hair was mused from her fingers running through it, and his lips were swollen from the intensity of their kisses. Harper quickly buttoned up her shirt and Oliver’s jacket, which she still had on. The driver opened the door to Oliver first, who then extended a hand to help Harper out onto the sidewalk. Oliver’s apartment was on the top floor of the building, accessed through a private elevator that opened onto a private
