Camilla stared hard at Cyrus, the moment she woke up in the morning. It was insane, her cheeks were flamed, heart thudding hard against her chest.

Even asleep he looked dangerous, a sight that could bring any woman to their knees.

Everything that happened last night came replaying in her head. His every action, every word, every line, his expression. Her body shivered with delight with every memory. Even after bringing her to climax that she was unable to stand on her own, Cyrus Sterling carried her to the washroom and cleaned her up.

It was too good to be true, Camilla didn't dare to believe it.

As if feeling...