Six weeks earlier

Our date at 333 Pacific was everything Nox promised and more...down to the sea breeze. Our covert scandalous behaviors had me twisted tighter than I'd ever been. Everything was erotic: the scent of his cologne, the thundering rumble of his voice, and the confident, assured touch of his skin against mine. Though part of me knew what we were doing—what I was allowing Nox to do to me—went against everything Alex stood for, I was virtually on the edge ...