Arthur kissed her slowly—a kiss that carried both tenderness and promise. His hands traced the length of her back, her curves, her hips. Zoe felt warmth spreading through her body like liquid fire.

Then he leaned to her ear, his voice husky and low.

“Tonight, you’re going to feel what it’s like to be completely adored,” he murmured. “You’ll lose yourself in me… and beg me not to stop.”

Zoe trembled from head to toe.

“Arthur…” she whispered, breathless, her heart pounding.

Suddenly, as if caught