"I know this is wrong… but I can't stop."
Ross's eyes narrowed with a mixture of amusement and dominance.
His thumb brushed against her swollen lips, his expression unreadable, though the heat radiating from his gaze was undeniable.
"Then don't stop," he said simply.
His voice was calm, deep, and carried a weight that made Alexa's knees weaken further.
Her answer wasn't spoken. Instead, she dove back in for another kiss, fiercer and wetter than before, her body grinding against his as though trying to fuse with him.
Each second that passed, the line between guilt and desire blurred, until she could no longer tell which one she wanted more.
In Ross's case, he was of course not surprised.
The odds were stacked in his favor, and Alexa really had no choice but to give in one way or another.
He responded eagerly to her hot, desperate kisses, and before long he was the one taking the lead.
