Imogene Scott

I laugh. “As the birthday king pleases.”

I walk to the door, flicking the lock, anticipation buzzing through my veins as I turn back to him. He nods and pulls me towards him, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. Our mouths fuse, he cradles the back of my head, then slides his hand down to the back of my neck. The touch is possessive and I love it.

A low, thick moan tears from his throat, the sound muffled between our mouths. His naked need soothes some of the jagged edges I’m feeling, and shivers run through me.

He pulls back slight, breathing heavily. “How much time...