Kate awoke to the golden California sun streaming through the tall windows of their shared penthouse. Her body was warm, aching from the night before, and entirely wrapped in a soft sheet that smelled like Brandon—fresh, clean, and maddeningly addictive.
She stretched lazily and let her mind wander back to the night before. The s*x. The way Brandon had looked at her like she was his whole world. The way her name had spilled from his lips like a prayer. A smile tugged at her lips as her fingers traced the faint marks he’d left on her hips. He hadn’t just claimed her body—he’d claimed her soul, too.
The faint scent of roasted coffee drifted through the slightly ajar bedroom door. A soft knock followed.
“Miss Kate?” Anita’s voice called gently. “Breakfast is ready if you’re up.”
“Thanks,
