protocol for seduction
“…this is inevitable.”
Every instinct screamed caution, but desire coursed through her veins, sharp and consuming. Her hands rose subtly, brushing against his chest, testing the line, feeling the controlled heat beneath the fabric of his suit. Julian’s fingers grazed hers in response, a calculated pressure, a silent promise of dominance.
“You are exquisite,” he murmured, voice low, almost dangerous. “A perfect anomaly. I can measure everything about you… except the fire you hide behind those calculated moves.”
Elara inhaled sharply. Her body responded before her mind could negotiate, heat pooling in her chest, a delicious ache spreading down her spine. This was the edge she had been dancing
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