Grant’s perspective:

Her thighs wrapped tight around my waist, the sweet flower of fate brushes her warm cheek against mine and quietly reveals her desire, her need for the touch of my hands, my lips, my tongue, my everything. I kick the door shut behind us and ease my way across the dim suite toward the entry of Yuki’s room. We have begun this dance before, but never finished it. Tonight is the night.

At the threshold, I pin Emily against the door frame and ...