A warm breath enveloped Willow West, wrapping around her completely.
The man's cool, clean scent invaded her senses in an instant.
Aiden Pierce's large hand gripped her slender waist, forcing her flush against his body.
He loved having her pressed tightly against him, the feeling of her utter dependence.
Before he'd touched her, Aiden Pierce had thought of himself as a man of discipline and propriety, someone with masterful control over his desires.
But that night, when Little West had taken the initiative to wrap herself around him, Aiden Pierce's vaunted self-control had utterly collapsed.
'This time,' he told himself, 'it was Little West who came to me, who provoked me!'
'From now on, no matter what, she can forget about ever getting rid of me!'
His palm gripped Willow West's slender, pale neck as his domineering kiss left her breathless.
The temperature in the office climbed sharply. A rare hint of spring seemed to ripple through Aethelgard's September air.
