A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as Zoe Pierce wrapped her arms around Aaron Xavier's neck.
Just as he wished, she kissed his lips.
Everything around them seemed to be seen through a soft-focus filter, becoming blurry and indistinct.
Aaron Xavier kept his promise and didn't cross the line.
But he couldn't resist making a few extra moves.
His fingers began their own exploration, teasing and stroking.
They moved with the nimble dexterity of a mecha pilot, accustomed to manipulating complex arrays of buttons.
He was also perfectly fulfilling his promise.
To give her pleasure.
He guided her slender hands, letting them roam over his pecs and abs.
This time, at least, he was smart.
He knew better than to ask Zoe who had the better body—him or Chase Shaw.
He just focused on making her remember him, searing his presence into every cell of her brain.
In the end, Zoe Pierce was carried out of the media room in Aaron Xavier's arms.
