The Heat Between us

CHAPTER 4

Old Wounds, New Walls

Seraphina 's POV

Wearing yoga leggings, the man's keen eyes scanned me as if I were a threat and held out the file.

With ease, he stated, "I represent one of the primary stakeholders in Cielo Azul." "We've been keeping an eye on recent events, particularly the fraternization issues."

I felt my stomach tighten.

I retorted, taking a step back, "I'm not talking about anything without legal counsel."

He gave me a small smile, as if I were a kid tossing sand. "A lawyer might not be necessary for you. Not if you are truthful with both yourself and me.

After slipping the file into my hand, he turned and left only bewilderment and salt wind in his wake.

My fingers were shaking. My name was on the file. Surveillance stills are inside. On the balcony, me. Williams and I. I dragged him into my villa.

They had been observing us.

I wanted to scream, but refrained.

I hurried back to my villa instead.

And there he was. on my bed.

Awaiting.

Williams got up as soon as I entered. He fixed his gaze on the file I was holding. "You witnessed him."

I growled, "You set me up."

"No," he said, drawing nearer. "I made an effort to keep you safe."

They're observing us. filming us. Williams, this is a f*****g trap!

"I understand."

I was stopped by that. "You *know*?"

"Last week, I discovered the cameras. Without informing the board, I'm attempting to get rid of them discreetly. The investors will fire me if they believe I'm erratic or careless with employees.

Stunned, I gazed at him. "You were aware that Claudia was luring me in?"

"I didn't anticipate her going this far. However, I'm managing it—

"You're not," I interrupted, my voice trembling. "I didn't ask for this mess, and you're pulling me into it."

He made a grab for me.

I pressed the file to his chest.

However, he grabbed my wrist.

"You still want me even though you're mad," he said softly.

His voice was like liquid heat, sinking deep into my spine.

He backed me up against the wall and whispered, "I see it in your eyes."

When my back struck the cool surface, I gasped. My face was ghosted by his breath. I could still feel his firm yet soft hand around my wrist. My thigh was pulled up against his waist by his other hand as it moved along it.

I muttered, "I despise you."

He brushed my lips and said, "No, baby." "You detest how strongly you still feel this."

He then gave me a kiss.

Not pliable. Not sluggish.

Claiming, deep, and hard.

His tongue slid against mine as I groaned into his mouth. I was tilted for easier access as his hand moved from my wrist to cup the back of my neck. We ground together as his other hand clamped down on my thigh.

Through his slacks, I could feel him—heavy and hard—pressing into the area that throbbed for him. Seeking more friction, heat, and him, I rolled my hips against his.

I whispered into the kiss, "You shouldn't be here."

He growled, "I don't care." "I need you."

I was raised off the ground by him. His lips never left mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bed.

As soon as he put me down, my robe blew open.

His hungry eyes swept over my bare breasts and parted thighs as he drew back just enough to gaze at me.

He dragged his already-soaked fingers down my middle and declared, "You're mine." "I've had you forever."

As his mouth found one breast and began to gently bite and suckle until I arched off the bed, I shivered. Slowly, his fingers curled inside me until my breath caught and my hands gripped his hair.

"Say it," he snarled. Declare that you are still mine.

I didn't say it, but I also didn't stop him.

My body spoke the truth that my mouth was unable to.

Like he had all the time in the world, he moved down my body. He kissed the inside of my thigh, then higher, then *higher*—until his lips touched my heart.

I let out a cry as his tongue skillfully worked me while my hips bucked against his face. At first, gentle. Then more quickly. deeper. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, which thrust as his mouth sucked my c**t until I was unable to control my groans, shaking, and how my body broke under his power.

I called his name when I arrived.

And he continued. Before he even unzipped his pants, he pushed me into a second orgasm.

Then he moved on from me. above me. within me.

Then everything turned white.

I shuddered again as he thrust into me with rhythm, force, and a low moan. As if recalling this dance, our bodies moved in unison. As if they had never forgotten.

He whispered dirty promises in my ear while my fingernails dragged down his back. He kissed my cheeks, lips, and eyelids, filling me deeper and harder until I threw my arms around him and pleaded for more.

He said in a raspy whisper, "You feel like home."

I was undone by that.

As he followed me over the edge, I broke in his arms once more, clinging to him and groaning into his mouth.

We lay there breathing in each other while entangled in silence and perspiration.

However, I was unable to forget the file. The danger. The mess.

An hour later, I was standing on the balcony in a clean robe, my skin still flushed and my hair damp. Williams was buttoning his shirt behind me. The storm in my chest was mocked by the calm ocean.

I said, "I should go."

He approached me slowly and encircled me with his arms. "Avoid it."

"Williams, I cannot sacrifice everything for you. I started this career from the beginning. If a man disappears when things get tough, I won't give it up for him.

"This time, I won't vanish."

I muttered, "You said that before." "Just before you did just that."

He put his chin on my shoulder. "Allow me to repair what I damaged."

I didn't respond.

Then I noticed something.

From the corner of the outdoor lantern by the railing, a tiny red light was blinking.

My blood froze.

"Williams," I pointed slowly. "Is that—?"

His face darkened instantly as he followed my gaze with a covert camera.

Recording is still ongoing.

Blinking continues.

I'm still watching.

They find out that a hidden camera is once again recording everything just as Seraphina gives in to their history and passion. However, someone is paying closer attention this time.