Genevieve was breathing pretty heavily. Her eyes bore into his as they remained in the embrace of each other. She felt a lump at the base of her throat when she swallowed. She wanted Preston more than she had ever desired any other man. The feeling in her body was electrifying, his touches were like sparks on her body that made her shudder. He flashed a smile at her, his cognac eyes calm and patient.
“I was wondering if I should come to you a while back,” he said to her, his eyes resting their gaze on her lips, “I’m glad you came.”
She tore her eyes away from his face with an effort, “I… I shouldn’t have.”
“Why not?”
“Why not?” she repeated and scoffed, “we are not of the same class, Preston and you have a girlfriend.”
“Had,” he corrected with a frown.
Genevieve smiled wearily and re
