Julian Fairchild lowered his head to kiss her rosy lips, dominantly and forcefully prying open her teeth, eagerly savoring her taste, his large hand gripping her waist.
The temperature in the corridor continued to rise.
Maeve Lane was a bit dazed by the kiss, but she quickly came to her senses, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she pushed him away, "We agreed a few days ago... things like this should be consensual."
"What kind of things?"
Julian paused, his breath a bit unsteady.
Maeve averted her eyes, her cheeks starting to blush, "You know exactly what I mean."
Julian looked into Maeve's eyes, his voice husky, "...So you're unwilling?"
Maeve tried her best not to look into his eyes, how long had it been since they parted, "Unwilling."
The man in front of her was handsome, tall and striking, with sharp brows and bright eyes.
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he effortlessly picked her up and walked into the room, "Really unwilling?"
