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I’m the one who can melt steel.

“Now, show me the highway and I’ll clear the roads!” she says coyly.

“No. You’re mine tonight.” I press my lips to hers.

“Wow, this is happening.”

“It is. If you don’t want me, then—”

I don’t get another word out when I’m pulled down and our mouths collide in a ferocious, greedy kiss.

I had her in the shower, completely naked and dripping wet. I’ve been losing my mind ever since.

“You know I don’t have pajamas with me,” she says, lust in her sweet voice.

“Neither do I.” I start unbuttoning her sweater. “And if you did, you wouldn’t be wearing them. Not with me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Ella

Ishiver, and Balor insists we go back inside, where he secures the balcony doors behind us.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he says, backing up to the bed, my skirt bunched in his hands.

I can’t believe this old plaid micro-mini skirt got Balor to look at me differently. I’d been flirting with fire to see if I could rekindle what we had in Los Angeles. Even if that was stupid because he’s my boss now.

More than that, he’s a powerful man in a family of killers.

The way his gaze tracked me all day makes that familiar quiver of heat deep in my core roar to life between my legs.

Those hours in Los Angeles with a ‘stranger’ fulfilled a fantasy and got me over my fear of being alone with a man. Being inthishotel room with Balor means something completely different.

Something’s at stake, although other than my heart, I don’t know what. I could totally fall for him. But he’s a billionaire mob hacker who prefers escorts. I’m... I’m just me. A schoolteacher.

“Earth to Ella,” Balor teases me with a soft growl. “What’s my butterfly thinking?”

That Irish accent warms my chest.

But Balor’s vision goes dark whenever the subject of Wes comes up. My ex hasn’t bothered me since I got back.

Tonight feels so right for Balor and me, I don’t want to voice any concerns.

“I’m thinking of which side of the bed to lay on so you can fuck my mouth.” I glance down at my body, shocked at how my nipples have stiffened.

“It doesn’t matter... I’ll find a way to fuck your mouthno matter what position you’re in,” Balor hums in my ear, cupping my ass.

Kissing my neck, he’s paralyzed when light suddenly floods the darkened room.

A loud whir of air hits the windows and vibrates the glass.

Gasping, I jump back.

“What the ever-loving fuck?” Balor shoves me behind him. “No.No. No. No!”

A ginormous luxury helicopter lands in a field of grass north of the parking lot.

“What is that?” I ask him.