Just as Lora Hale’s eyelids were about to flutter shut, surrendering fully to the heat rising inside her chest, clarity crashed back into her mind like a bucket of ice water.
This wasn’t romance.
This wasn’t affection.
This was Ace Kane being blunt—borderline domineering.
This was a man stealing a kiss simply because he wanted to give her a lesson.
Her instinct kicked in. She tilted her chin, hands rising to push him away—
But before she could touch him, Ace pulled back by himself.
He broke the kiss cleanly, his breath still warm between them, and without hesitation picked up the pen on her desk. Under her stunned gaze, he drew a firm line through the supplemental clause that had promised her body for the night.
Then he pressed his thumbprint over the crossed-out section.
“Lora,”
