A crafty smirk played at the corners of his lips, utterly unfazed by her threats.

As he unfastened the row of buttons down her back, his palm grazed sensitive spots, coaxing an involuntary moan from Giselle.

For Henry Jefferson, the sound was intoxicating. He was delighted with her body’s response, his actions becoming increasingly unrestrained.

“Scoundrel! Get off me!” Giselle fought back with hands and feet, but he held her down firmly.

Henry seized her ...