Time didn't move inside Arora's executive penthouse suite.
Or perhaps it did—perhaps whole minutes slipped silently through their fingers, perhaps whole hours drowned in the searing heat passing between their lips. Neither of them could ever truly measure the passage of time in that moment. All they understood... was the overwhelming, intoxicating reality of each other.
The kiss wasn't gentle, nor was it rushed. It was the kind of kiss that pulled the very air from lungs, that blurred cold tactical logic into static, that made two dangerous people forget where one soul ended and the other began.
Arora had only meant to tease him. To fluster him. To test his reactions and keep him tangled neatly in the palm of her hand like a harmless toy she could drop at any given second.
But Jack didn't stay in her palm. He wrapped himself around her instead.
