Williams POV

A light was out on one side of the elevator, casting the space in a strange half shadow. Maggie leaned into the corner, watching me from where she stood at the dark end.

“What are you thinking?” she asked. Always such a little scientist, trying to dissect me.

I was thinking everything: wanting everything, and panicking, wondering if I was cutting the last thread of control I had over my emotions. I was thinking about what I was going to do to this woman when we got up to her bed. She shouldn't being seen next to me. It was too dangerous for her.

“A lot of things.”...