While Charlotte and Martin were submerged in the frantic, breathless rhythm of their own private world, having orgasm after orgasm, the plot against them begins to thicken.
On Sebastian's expansive well lit home offices he was glancing, swiping through a stack of files with the efficiency of a seasoned predator,
Across the heavy mahogany desk, Sarah sat poised like a queen, the soft blue light of her tablet illuminating the sharp, elegant lines of her face. She swiped a perfectly manicured nail across the screen, her movements fluid and rhythmic.
The silence between them was thick, almost suffocating, charged with an unspoken tension that hummed like a live wire.
