*Daemon*

My brain became fuzzy as I carried Olivia Masters down the hall toward the suite. My jaw was clenched hard. As I held her protectively against me, I could feel every curve. My rough hands supported her smooth thighs. Her tight-fitting dress had ridden up, and I did my best to keep her from flashing curious onlookers as we passed by.

I breathed deeply, fighting with myself as I approached the door to the room. I glanced down at her briefly. She looked ...