Chapter 10
EMILY
Thursday night
His kiss is every bit as incredible as I thought it’d be. And I can’t get my brain to slow down.
To remember that he’s a client. A client that could make or break the case I’m currently on.
But I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything that’s not Sevin’s lips or hands or tongue.
My backside pressed against the hotel suite’s dining room table, I let him sink his mouth onto mine, and it may be the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
Every thought in my brain is fried the second our lips meet, and I instantly wrap myself around the walking, talking wall of muscle, my fingers reaching up to dig into his naked broad shoulders.
He is one large contradiction standing before me. Soft and hard. Sensual. Rough. Infuriating and yet so damn soothing to my sen
