Chapter 662

Broderick Ackerley's lips were warm, soft beyond imagination. Leslie Cross cupped his face, leaned in, and kissed him willingly. That kiss sparked something, flipping on an unspoken switch between them. Passion ignited, wild and burning, impossible to calm. It started as just a kiss, but every touch felt blazing, consuming them like flames fanning out. Broderick swept Leslie off her feet and carried her to the study. The door shut with a firm click behind them, as he cleared the desk with a swift motion, everything on it clattering to the floor. He kept his eyes on her as he unbuttoned his shirt, each button scattering across the room. His shirt hung open, revealing his taut chest, defined muscles stretching with tension and desire. Everything about him exuded temptation, a siren's call that Leslie couldn't resist. She lost herself in him too, surrendering to the madness of the moment. The half-finished painting on the desk was long forgotten. No one cared about it anymore. Broderick w