The Mercedes-Maybach's engine died with a soft purr in the garage of 15 Willowbrook Lane, the mansion's glass-and-stone facade looming like a monument to Alex's ascent.
The air was thick with Victoria's heat, her sapphire gown clinging to her curves, her eyes dark with the same hunger that had consumed her in the Metropolitan Club's bathroom.
Before she could step out, Alex was at her door, his enhanced strength fluid as he swept her into his arms, her body light against his chest.
She gasped, a laugh bubbling up, her shyness melting into bold arousal as she pressed herself closer.
"Alex," she murmured, her lips finding his ear, licking and nibbling with desperate hunger. Her tongue trailed to his neck, kissing and sucking, leaving faint marks on his skin.
"God, you make me crazy," she whispered, her voice husky, dirty words spilling naturally as her arousal overrode her restraint. "I want you so fucking bad, all over me, right now."
