Chapter 58

• The Tuscan sun bathed them in gold.
• Not metaphorically. Not romantically. Literally. It touched every inch of bare skin as Ellis rode Asher on the shaded balcony of their private villa, her head thrown back, sweat-slick thighs gripping his hips like she could keep him inside forever. And he let her. Let her use him, take him deep, deeper, until he was cursing into the hollow of her throat and clawing at her waist like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
• "You trying to kill me, baby?" he groaned, voice rough and cracked with need.