Aria woke with a start, her heart pounding. The silk sheets were twisted around her bare legs, and the lingering heat of Ethan’s body still clung to her skin. The night before had been a blur of desperate kisses and overwhelming pleasure, the kind that left her body sore and her soul conflicted.

But he wasn’t in bed now.

She sat up, brushing her tangled hair back, her eyes searching the dimly lit penthouse. The city lights streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows ...