SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

My legs are still trembling, and his arms are around me, holding me so I don’t fall. Shame coats my cheeks as the aftershocks of my orgasm leave, plunging me into ice-cold waters. Ace doesn’t say anything; instead, he stands there for what feels like hours before the sound of his footsteps leaving fills the silence.

My breathing is still heavy, and I’m avoiding Lucien’s gaze, as my cheeks redden.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I mutter, trying to push ...