"Where are you?" His voice took on a frigid tone, frustration from the past few days gnawing at him as he contemplated the possibility of Ara injuring herself further.
"Upstairs." Another laboured breath came through the phone, this one more pronounced, sending a jolt of desire through him. The sound was all too familiar, causing a noticeable bulge in his pants, his hand gripping the phone so tightly that he heard a distinct crack of the screen.
Before he could respond, she ended the call. John ignored the discomfort in his pants as he rose to his feet, promising his men that he would return shortly.
Each step was torturous, his arousal mounting with anticipation. Surely his minx wasn't planning a seduction while she was still in the process of recovery? She was aware of his intention t
