The deep, oppressive silence of the elite boys' wing hung heavy over the executive suite. Shadows stretched long across the bedroom walls, cast by the faint moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the massive king-sized bed, the tangled sheets were cool where they didn't touch skin.
Bella’s eyes snapped open in the darkness.
For a few seconds, she just lay there, her heart hammering against her ribs as her mind scrambled to orient itself. The air smelled of cedarwood, expensive rain, and the unmistakable, heavy scent of their recent intimacy. Then she felt the solid, crushing weight across her midsection.
Ethan was asleep beside her, lying on his stomach with his face buried partly in the plush pillows. One of his massive, heavily muscled arms was thrown completely
