Maximus’s fingers began with the grapes, placing one at a time between his full lips and knowingly drawing her attention to his mouth-where she was well aware how he had tasted of whiskey and regret. And she loathed how effortlessly he was able to arouse her with such simplistic actions, as her heart and her thighs both longed for him. But as she analyzed the man seducing her with these innocuous motions dripping with lust, she could only focus on a simple detail; that he was a stranger to her.
The candlelight between them was synonymous to this fire they held for each other as it was equal parts contained yet raging. But as Maximus sat across from her, leaning within his own seat with ease, she could do no such thing as rest. Instead, she was in a constant battle between her head and he
