"Have you let any other man touch you in the last five years?" He tilted Chloe's chin up, as if staking a claim on his property.
Chloe shook her head, her lips dry and chapped. Ever since she'd had a taste of him, she couldn't muster any interest in other men.
When she didn't answer, Morgan Sinclair's smile grew even more wickedly captivating. He grasped her body and leaned in. "It's fine. I'll just have to verify it myself."
The room was filled with passion, accompanied by a chorus of intermittent sounds.
Love is like opium; once you're addicted, you may never be able to break free.
Even though Chloe knew she was falling into an abyss, she threw caution to the wind just for a taste of the forbidden fruit.
She didn't know if, after giving herself to him this time, she could truly win Morgan Sinclair's heart.
When they were finished, Chloe got dressed, ready to leave.
