Chapter 19

• Joaquin’s POV
• The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound left in the room, cutting through the heavy, thick atmosphere of the study.
• I sat back in my leather executive chair, my chest heaving as my breathing slowly returned to a normal rhythm. Roxanne was still draped over me, her small, delicate body straddling my lap. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, her face buried in the crook of my shoulder as she let out soft, shallow pants against my skin.