The penthouse had become a furnace, the air so thick and humid that every breath felt like a conscious effort. Outside, the city was a silent, dark silhouette, but inside the glass walls, the tension between the two leads was deafening.
Elena set the crystal glass down on the concrete floor with a soft click. She looked up at Ethan, her hazel eyes wide and completely unshielded in the moonlight. "Clause number four is getting very hard to remember in the dark, Ethan."
"Then forget it," he growled softly, his voice a low, primal rumble that vibrated through the small space between them.
The last shred of his discipline snapped. Ethan stepped forward, his massive hands coming up to grip her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the dark quartzite kitchen island. The stone was c
