Without a word, he reached in and swept Lora Hale into a possessive princess carry.
Lora let out a soft gasp, her arms instinctively winding around his neck. She caught sight of Claire Sinclair standing near the entrance, her sharp, professional eyes taking in the scene with a hint of a knowing smile. A wave of intense shyness washed over Lora, her face heating to a brilliant crimson.
“Ace, put me down!” she whispered urgently, her fingers digging into the fabric of his tailored jacket. “Claire is right there. It’s embarrassing!”
Ace didn't loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled her closer, his hands lingering on her curves with a deliberate lack of restraint. “Let her watch,” he murmured, his voice a low, predatory rumble. “I’m not letting go. I’m going to carry you like this until we
