“Yes, yes, right there,” Veronica breathed, eyes glazed as she stared at the night sky through the window. Her lips bit down hard. “Don’t move—yesss.” She smiled, then let out a long sigh of relief.

She straightened and began smoothing her skirt, turning to the man behind her with a practiced smile.

His smirk deepened. “I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he murmured, closing the distance. She took a small step back but kept the smile in place.

“Of course.” She ran a hand through her hair. The man opened his mouth, about to say something, when there was a knock at the door.

Veronica frowned and...