Chapter 25

• Dominique slams me against the wall and our mouths crash together, raw and desperate. I moan into his kiss, my tongue slipping into his mouth as he growls low in his throat—a sound that vibrates straight between my legs, igniting something primal.
• I don’t know how we got here. One minute, I was daring him to take me somewhere quiet; the next, we were stumbling into this barely lit hallway, hidden from the gala but not safe. We could get caught. Anyone could walk in. And the thought only thrills me more.
• I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve had flings, one-night stands, sure—but not in public, not at a charity gala, not with someone who makes my body betray every rule I’ve ever set for myself. Because Dominique isn’t just some stranger. He’s the man I swore I hated.