Page 98 of Torrid Passion
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If I could sprint out of this room, I would, but this dress and these heels weren’t designed to escape the potent charm of a man like Lochlan Berkshire.
I weave my way through the crowd until I reach the door. I pass the security guards and head to the elevators.
Crap.
There’s an insane number of people waiting.
Plan B!
I bolt out the front doors, circle the building and head straight to the gardens.
Now I can breathe.
The well-manicured gardens are as opulent as the rest of Building 22.
No surprise there.
I stroll past couples, nodding politely as I do.
Even though the view is spectacular, it doesn’t take long for Loki to preoccupy my thoughts.
I was mesmerized by his big piercing eyes framed by dark eyelashes the second he locked his gaze with mine. His megawatt smile and those sinfully perfect lips are truly panty-melting. I’m not strong enough to be immune to them. I don’t think I ever will be. As much as I tried, I couldn’t help but flashback to a week ago when those lips were devouring mine… unless they were ravishing my pussy.
Damn.
When his lips caressed my cheek before whispering in my ear, I swear my whole body was a beat away from short-circuiting. My nipples pebbled inside the cups of my bra and my heart hammered dutifully inside my chest. Thank God my parents and brother were oblivious to my little erotic moment.
Holy mother of mercy, he was delicious in his well-cut tux.
Don’t get me wrong. Loki naked is just about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but when his Adonis-like body is clad in a bespoke suit, I go weak in the knees.
The man is a tree I’d love to climb again, and again, and again.
Nope, nope, nope.
Miss America will be the lucky bitch climbing him tonight.
I, on the other hand, will be alone in my bed.
Sigh.
Why am I surprised?
Hayden wanted to know why I was hesitating?
This is exactly why.
Once a bad boy. Always a bad boy.
Not to mention I’m no match for a Miss America.
My phone chimes, putting an end to my self-wallowing.
Shit. Mom.
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