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Harper’s apartment was dim, the curtains drawn tight. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, two glasses waiting.
The knock came exactly on time.
She opened the door and let him in, the man whose presence seemed to consume every ounce of oxygen in the room.
His suit jacket came off immediately, tossed across a chair, and his lips found hers with a hunger that stole her breath.
“Missed me?” he murmured against her mouth.
“You’re late,” she replied, tugging at his tie, pulling him deeper inside. “And you’re making me nervous. If anyone finds out…”
“They won’t.” His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips before lifting her against the wall. “You said it yourself… they trust you completely.”
A shiver of power rippled through her. His mouth claimed hers again, rough
