Chapter 367

Half an hour later, at William Turner’s penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling black-crystal windows reflected the entwined silhouettes of a man and woman—locked in kisses under the soft, dim lighting. One garment after another hit the floor... Fierce. Intense. Over and over again. It wasn’t until deep into the night that William finally let go of her, satisfied for the moment. He scooped Chloe up in his arms, took her to the bathroom for a soak, then brought her back to the bedroom. They drifted off, tangled together. In the middle of the night, Chloe moved slightly in her sleep, her warm body nestled against his. William held her tighter, firmly wrapping her in his arms. He had never shared a bed like this with any woman before—and weirdly, it felt kind of nice. ... Thunder rumbled across the autumn night. Mason Shaw jolted awake, sitting straight up in bed. His eyes stared blankly into the window’s darkness. He’d just had a nightmare. He dreamed Chloe was getting married. The groom was Wil