Chapter 68: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 24

Izzy...

I'm lifted off the ground in the midst of our kiss, something so fiery about a moment with this man when seconds ago I couldn't stand the sight of him. He thinks I'm selfish looking out for myself, but he's not seeing the bigger picture here. I have to do something, or I'll drown when this tidal wave comes and goes and takes Alek down under the surface.

So why does it matter? Why do I care what he thinks?

I don't, but I love the way he touches my body and roams his palms all over my exposed skin. I drop the flash drive in the mix of our endless kiss, focused only on trying to get some air while his arms pull from under my ass, rolling my skirt up to expose my thighs.

"Ah," I gust, my ass nearly bare as Dimitri sets me down on the edge of the desk, the feeling overwhelming. I can't help but shiver in his hold as he pins me close, his fingertips undoing my bra through my shirt while I'm focused on his tedious belt. "What are we doing?"