They finally disentangled, moving with a practised, hurried silence. The sheer intensity of their encounter, fueled by the risk of discovery, had left Adrian feeling both utterly sated and completely wired.
"We have to move," Adrian said, his voice still slightly breathless, pulling on a silk robe. "She said she was in the dining room. If she's been waiting more than ten minutes, she's already calculating how to reclaim her investment."
Alexander grinned, a raw, possessive look in his eyes that Adrian knew was purely for him. "Relax, darling. My mother always calculates. It's what she does best." He slipped on a robe of his own, his movements betraying a masculine grace even in his haste.
