"Just promise me you'll tell me all the juicy details later, okay? Bye for now."
The line went dead before Laura could reply.
She lowered the phone slowly, her entire body trembling—not just from embarrassment, but from the unrelenting teasing of the man behind her.
Her cheeks burned red, her breath shallow.
"You're terrible, Ross," she whispered, her voice half-accusation, half-desire.
Ross chuckled, his lips brushing her ear. "Terrible? No, sweetheart. Irresistible." His hands slid lower, gripping her hips possessively.
"And now that the call is over… there's no one left to interrupt us."
The phone slipped from Laura's fingers and landed on the carpet with a soft thud.
Her protest melted on her tongue the moment Ross captured her lips in a searing kiss.
