Chapter 40 Ghost In The Lobby

• MADDISON'S POV
• She did not think she had a choice. She could hardly even gather a nod, a stiff little jerk of the head. That was enough consent. Grant’s mouth took hers again, this time without holding back. He got to his feet, holding her in his arms like a child, and walked away from the sofa. She was wrapped around his waist with her legs as he moved through the darkness, his feet steady and sure.
• He laid her out on the soft, super-thick carpet in front of the black fireplace, on to which he leaned himself, his body heavy upon hers. His hands that were silky and soft moments before, were hard now, moving under her loose shirt, his palms burning her flesh across the back. She gasped against his lips, a sound of surprise and want. He ripped her shirt up over her head and threw it into the darkness.