"I want you right here."
Marcus's voice was rough with need. They'd just returned from dinner, and he was already backing her toward the living room couch.
"We have a perfect bedroom," Aria said, breathless.
"Too far." His mouth found her neck. "I need you now."
They were kissing when Aria heard it. A faint sound from the direction of the kitchen. Not the building settling or the neighbors.
Someone was inside the penthouse.
She went rigid in Marcus's arms.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Shh." Aria pressed a finger to his lips. Then she heard it again. The soft scrape of a shoe on hardwood. The rustle of fabric.
Two men emerged from the hallway. Both are wearing masks. Both were armed with guns.
"Don't move," one of them said. "Hands where we can see them."
Marcus stepped in front of Aria instinctively. "Take whatever you want. Money, art, and electronics. Just take it and leave."
