Chapter Twenty
His kiss began slow, the same way he’d moved in on her. She’d known from that cocky grin on the train that this guy was trouble. His persistent pursuit of her should’ve told her he had both patience and cunning, but Viviane hadn’t been paying attention. She’d been so wrapped up in her own problems she hadn’t sighted the danger moving in on her.
That danger embraced her now. And like with any threat to her autonomy, Viviane did what she always did. She grabbed it by the horns.
She grabbed Pierce’s erect c**k. Each morning, she’d felt his erection pressed against her a*s. Each morning, she’d kept still while her mind, body and soul had focused all her energy on his throbbing heat. No longer.
She took him in hand. He didn’t gasp. He growled, a low purr that rumbled down his
