The sudden heat of Lucien's lips caught Ivy entirely off guard. Her back pressed against the cool mahogany paneling of the hallway, her breath caught in her throat as his broad frame walled her in.
When he finally pulled back just an inch, his golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous amusement.
Ivy let out a soft huff, her cheeks were warm and flushed as she straightened her blazer. She shot him a quick, annoyed glare.
"In broad daylight, Lucien? In the middle of a club corridor? You couldn't have waited until we got back to the car?" she asked, embarrassed.
Lucien didn't step back. He rested one hand against the wall beside her shoulder, and his thumb lightly brushed the side of her jaw.
"I am not a very patient man when it comes to you, Ivy," he rumbled in a low baritone. He
