Page 43 of Turmoil's Target

I finish up the last few bites of my breakfast, feeling pleasantly full and utterly satisfied in more ways than one.

Sera’s an amazing cook, and the combination of good food and even better company has me feeling more content than I have in a long while.

But all good things must come to an end, and I know I need to get back to the apartment.

With a sigh, I push back from the table and stand up, stretching languidly.

“That was delicious, but I should probably get going.”

Sera stands too, a playful glint in her eye as she saunters over to me. “Mm, I suppose you’re right. Wouldn’t want you to wear out your welcome.”

She runs a finger down my bare chest and I shiver, desire sparking through me despite the night we just spent thoroughly exploring each other.

I grab her hand, bringing it to my lips to press a kiss to her palm.

“Trust me, Your Majesty. The welcome is definitely still there.” I give her a heated look, letting my gaze roam over hersilk-clad curves. “Last night was...otherworldly. I’m damn sure we’ll be doing that again. And again. And again...”

Sera laughs, low and sultry, and leans in close.

Her breath ghosts over my ear as she murmurs, “Promises, promises. You know where to find me, Abe. Don’t be a stranger.”

Then she pulls back with a wink, leaving me aching and more than a little frustrated.

I shake my head, knowing she’s just playing with me.

And damn if I don’t love every second of it.

I head to the bedroom to grab my clothes, my mind whirling.

The way Sera affects me, the way she makes me feel—it’s dangerous.

I can’t afford to lose focus, not when the stakes are so high.

But as I pull on my shoes, I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face.

I can’t stop replaying every moment of the last twelve hours in exquisite detail.

I’m in trouble. And for once, I’m not so sure I want to get out of it.

CHAPTER TEN

Seraphina

I stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse suite, the lights of the Las Vegas Strip glittering below.

I don’t know why it stings so much, but all I can think about is how quickly Turmoil agreed to be a friends with benefits sort of situation.

Why am I even bothered by it?

Fuck, I’m the one who told him we were just fooling around, keeping things casual between hookups.

No strings, no feelings.

That’s what I wanted...isn’t it?

But hearing him say it out loud the other day, with that sexy half-smile of his, those aqua blue eyes glinting—it felt like a sucker punch to the gut.

Some naive part of me hoped he might want more, that he’d pull me close and growl something dominating like “You’re mine, Your Majesty. And I always take care of what belongs to me.”

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