Chapter 45

HAYES

Moonlight stream through the windows, mingling with the dimmed lights of my study. Breathless and my muscles aching with maddening need. The image of Sloane in a low-cut gown, her ginger blonde splayed on her delicate shoulders, and her lips twitching in a sultry smile.

I have no idea where the image pops out from but it’s messing up my train of thought and causing a massive discomfort in my