Camilla woke before Cyrus and laid quietly on the bed, watching him sleep.

He threw one arm over his head, the other draped across his rigid abdomen. The sheets rose low on his hips and tangled around his thighs, exposing his long legs.

The duvet is bunched between them. He's fast asleep, hot and radiating feverish heat. He was, as ever, a deeply seductive enticement.

Camilla had imagined him like this, several times. How was she able to resist him all these while, and kept the truth from him? He's very sexy and powerful, even in response.

His body is masterfully sculpted, so perfectly defined in every respect. She had...