Warning: Mature Content Ahead (Not too intense)
Be patient, Elo," Jarek murmured, stepping up directly behind me.
He didn't touch me, but I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached around me, his arms framing my sides as his fingers flew across the keyboard.
I was effectively trapped between the desk and the Rogue King. I could hear his steady breathing right by my ear. I was too aware of him.
Damn, too aware of the way his chest nearly brushed my shoulder blades, the overwhelming masculine scent that made Nyla want to curl up and howl.
"This is the security feed from a significant business transaction between me and someone very important to you," he whispered, his voice vibrating in my hair.
My ears perked up. Someone close to me? What the hell was Jarek talking about?
