And before Sarah could speak, before her trembling lips could form another protest, Ross bent forward and captured her mouth in a kiss.
It wasn't gentle, nor was it savage—it was consuming.
His lips claimed hers fully, and though Sarah's hands pressed against his chest in a feeble attempt to resist, her body betrayed her once more.
Her lips parted, her breath mingled with his, and the heat of the kiss melted away her last fragile defenses.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her heart waged a war her body had already lost.
***
"What is this?" A handsome man muttered, leaning closer to his laptop screen.
His brows knit in confusion as he studied the email that had slipped past his filters.
Normally, he deleted suspicious messages on sight, sending them to spam without a second thought.
But this one was different.
Something about it had hooked his attention immediately—something that made his chest tighten.
