Sandy's POV
"You claimed you wouldn't mind if I refused to remain hidden," I said, the bitterness evident in my voice.
We faced each other across the seating area in his bedroom. His muscular torso remained bare while he wore only sweatpants, giving me an unobstructed view of his powerful frame. Meanwhile, I clutched a loose bathrobe around my body.
The sensation of him still lingered inside me, making it nearly impossible to focus on our negotiation.
"I have no issue with them knowing I keep you. What concerns me is what you've discovered and who you truly are."
Charles settled back against his chair, his gaze burning with post-coital satisfaction and relentless desire.
My mouth went dry. He had claimed me moments ago. And his hunger for me remained unsated.
Did the experience affect him as powerfully as it did me? Had he become as addicted to this connection?
I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the persistent ache, and exhaled slowly. "What do I know exactly?"
