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 in a whirlpool of emotions, she pulled away from his arms in a rush.

“I… I need a shower!” she blurted, avoiding his gaze, trying to sound calm.

Arthur watched her hurry off, a knowing smile touching his lips. He was completely charmed by her nervousness.

“All right, beautiful… then let’s go together,” he said, walking toward her at an unhurried pace.

Zoe spun around immediately.

“No! I… I’ll go alone.”

He chuckled softly, even more captivated.

“We’ve showered together before, you know that.”

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