The man's somewhat coarse fingers rubbed against the dark green satin.
A little more pressure and his fingers would dig into the slender waist beneath the fabric.
The rain outside pattered softly against the window. A screen, not yet turned off, cast a faint glow, leaving everything else hidden in the corners of the room.
Zoe Pierce's curled lashes fluttered anxiously. Her palm rested on his neck, and she could feel the thrum of Chase Shaw's pulse.
Her glistening eyes shifted, and she clutched his clothes. "Do as you please."
It was as if she had personally unlocked a beast's cage. The man's breathing instantly grew heavy, and the large hand that had been resting loosely on her waist suddenly clenched tight.
Her slender waist, small enough to be encircled by one hand, was now completely in his grasp.
Chase Shaw hadn't intended to do anything more. All he wanted was fairness. And perhaps, to claim a little something extra for himself.
