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    Raising her eyes, she met his gaze. With calm assurance, he took the book from her grip, tossed it to the side, and caught her wrist, drawing in closer still. “Seen enough?” Wesley asked, his words rumbling out in a quiet, husky tone.


    Their mingled scents—his cedar and her floral—charged the air, heightening the tension that thrummed between them.


    A single eyebrow arched, Elena remained silent. Instead, her lips curved into a small, secretive smile, and she met his stare without flinching.


    He slid a hand around her waist, pulling her nearer until there was no space left between them. His attention lingered on her lips, eyes darting from hers before settling there.


    Heat pulsed in the narrow gap separating them.


    Though his breathing grew heavier, Wesley took his time, refusing to rush. Drawing near, he leaned his mouth toward her ear, letting his words brush her skin like velvet. “You know, my grandfather seems quite fond of you.”


    That breath, warm and featherlight against her ear, startled her into a subtle shiver as she instinctively turned her head away.


    One eyebrow arched high, Elena let a yful smirk tug at her lips. “Is that jealousy I hear?” she asked.


    With a feather-light touch, his lips brushed against her earlobe. A murmur, even softer than before, slipped out. “Tell me, when will you finally give him what he wants?”


    Instead of stepping back, Elena hooked her arms around his neck, her gaze alight with teasing mischief. “Are you really that eager?” she whispered.


    Eager as ever, he searched for any excuse to make things official between them.


    A slow glide of Wesley’s hand traced the curve of her side, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt. He caught her eyes with his own, gaze stormy and intense. “What do you think?”


    A bold move brought his hips flush against hers, the contact sending a shock through her system. A breathy gasp escaped Elena, unable to hide her surprise at the solid heat pressing against her waist.


    Predatory hunger glinted in Wesley’s eyes as he pulled her closer, every movement promising to devour whatever resistance she might muster. Words tangled on Elena’s tongue. Caught in the heat of the moment, not a single sentence came out whole.


    In a swift, seamless motion, Wesley scooped her up, setting her on the edge of the desk. That polished surface, once so immacte, now bore the unmistakable imprint of their wild energy.


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    An abandoned half-read book sat sprawled across the table, its pages bent from careless hands.


    Moving in rhythm, Wesley dipped his head close and murmured with a sly grin, clearly trying to make Elena lose herposure. “Make sure you keep a tight grip on me. If that book ends up soaked, everyone will know exactly what happened here.”


    Annoyed, Elena dug her nails into his neck, leaving angry red streaks. Those defiant little acts from her only made him smile wider—he’d dly ept whatever she gave him.


    Outside, tree branches rocked gently while water gurgled softly from the nearby creek.


    A couple of hourster, Wesley swept Elena up in his arms and carried her straight into the bathroom to clean up.


    Every muscle in Elena’s body had gone limp, utterly exhausted, while Wesley patiently dressed her, piece by piece, until she looked presentable again. As soon as she was ready to go, he dipped down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t you think we already act like an old married couple?”


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