Adam

As she got close, she placed her hand on my chin and slid in between my legs. 

“Adam Harrington, I do not need your money.” Then she licked her lips and traced mine with her thumb, her eyes laced with desire, which made me twitch with want. She has always had that effect on me. 

Sophia's lips twitched, the ghost of a smile playing on them. Then her smiling eyes met mine, a steely glint of resolve written all over her features, replacing the desire.

“A year,” she repeated, ...