He was right. Every time she shifted, a fresh towel appeared. Every time her eyes wandered, a new delicacy materialized. But the real indulgence wasn’t the service. It was the way he looked at her—not as a guest, but as a discovery.
“Same time next week?” he asked, a rare smile tugging at his lips. Blacked - Sybil - VIP Treatment
Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers. Not gentle. Certain. His tongue parted her lips, and she felt the heat of him—leather, cedar, something raw and clean. Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer. The city hummed below, irrelevant. He was right