The first light of morning, soft and golden, filled Thorne’s suite with a warm, gentle glow. Issa woke slowly, feeling a deep, settling peace that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

The bed was large and soft, and the blankets smelled of clean cotton and a scent that was all Thorne. The memory of last night had refused to leave her head. She had been given a treatment she never expected to have again for like forever. Thorne had pleasured her without asking for anything in return. He ...