The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent. Victor stood close enough that I could feel his warmth, though he kept his hands to himself.
He led me into the office where I had collapsed during the blackout. Afternoon sun now filled the room and reached every corner.
The heavy office door clicked shut behind us.
He turned and studied my face.
I crossed the distance first and traced the line of his jaw with my fingers.
"You knew," I whispered. "You knew he would be there."
"Marcus was cornered," Victor said. "I expected you to go after him."
Then he kissed me.
The kiss began slowly, then deepened. Against the glass, with New York below us, he stripped away the control I had held all day.
His hands brought pleasure without pain. I met him as an equal, with nothing left to hide.
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