Ellison
Present
I didn’t stop my perusal, even though I could feel all the occupants looking at me. But I took my fill. Broad chest, stretching the fabric of his white shirt. Muscular forearms, bulging through his suit jacket and that tall frame, that had eclipsed me under him. And then my eyes dropped to that sinful mouth. Lips that had travelled across my skin, saying things that I hadn’t ever imagined even in my wildest dreams. Those stern lips that had brought me the utmost pleasure. Even now his lips were stiff, turned down in a frown. His brows were furrowed as he looked at me. And my heartbeat fastened waiting for him to call me out. To recognise me and shout that I was a thief. A p********e, like he had assumed that night. To tell everyone to escort me out of his prestigious hosp
