Christian’s shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, exposing the rise and fall of his chest, a visible testament to his unsated frustration. His gaze pinned Raelynn, who was trying her best to escape, and his voice carried a lingering hunger. “They say women love bad men. We’re both adults here—if you can sneak out in the middle of the night to find another man for solace, why can’t we be together? We worked so well in bed, didn’t we?”

His words struck Raelynn like a ...