Sweetheart,"
Camilla wrapped her arms around Sinclair's neck, her delicate face brimming with playful pride.
"Am I amazing or what?"
"Hmm," Sinclair responded coolly, though his deep voice carried a hint of indulgence.
"My darling is, of course, incredible."
"But Fany was great too.
She just learned and already—"
Before Camilla could finish, Sinclair pinned her against the wall, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
His mouth moved over hers with the force of a storm, stealing her breath and sending her pulse racing.
Her knees buckled, and only the firm support of his strong arms kept her from collapsing.
The kiss deepened, growing more possessive, more demanding.
The world around Camilla blurred into nothingness—all she could sense was the intoxicating, slightly aggressive coolness of his cologne enveloping her.
It felt like an eternity before he finally pulled away, leaving her dazed and breathless.
"Sweetheart,"
