Page 48 of Turmoil's Target

Seconds feel like hours.

Then slowly, a smile breaks across Abe’s handsome face, pure and almost boyish. “I want that too, Your Majesty. So damn much.”

Relief crashes over me like a tidal wave.

I grab his shirt and yank him down for a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of pent-up emotion into it.

He responds with equal fervor, hands fisting in my hair.

We somehow make it up to his condo, stumbling and laughing between kisses.

As Abe fumbles with the keys, a voice calls out from inside. “That you, man?”

The door swings open to reveal Jack, lounging on the couch.

He takes one look at our swollen lips and grinning faces and snorts. “Well shit, time for me to make myself scarce.”

Jack grabs his keys and saunters out with a wink, leaving Abe and me alone in the charged silence.

My earlier boldness falters under the heat of his gaze.

Abe’s lips capture mine in a hungry kiss as he walks me backwards into his bedroom, never breaking contact.

My heart pounds against my ribs. I’ve imagined this moment countless times, but the reality eclipses every fantasy.

“Sera, fuck,” he murmurs against my skin between fevered kisses. “I need you. All of you.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe. “Only yours.”

With a low growl, Abe finds the zipper of my dress and drags it down slowly, reverently.

Like he’s unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

The garment pools at my feet and I step out of it, leaving me bare except for a scrap of black lace.

Abe drinks in the sight, pupils blown with desire. “My God, you’re a fucking vision.”

Self-consciousness prickles under my skin, but it’s swiftly extinguished by the blatant appreciation in Abe’s gaze as it roams over my body.

Like he wants to simultaneously worship me and devour me.

“Your turn,” I whisper, emboldened.

My fingers find the hem of his shirt and he obligingly lifts his arms, allowing me to divest him of the fabric barrier.

I map the ridges and valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen, committing every inch to memory.

Abe’s control snaps.

He tumbles me onto the bed, his powerful body blanketing mine deliciously.

I arch into him, craving more of his heat, his hardness.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he promises darkly. “Learn every secret. Draw out every moan and whimper until you’re begging for release.”

A full-body shiver wracks me at his words.

If I know anything, Abe is a man of his word.

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