Their hands were about to meet when, suddenly, the lights above flickered, and the elevator plunged into darkness. A split second later, the elevator dropped rapidly, sending a wave of panic through them!
"Ah!" Iris's scream echoed in Emerald's ears.
Alarmed, Emerald instinctively reached out to grab the handrail next to her to steady herself.
Her brow furrowed as she realized what she was holding onto felt different—warm and firm.
Emerald's blood nearly ran cold when she realized what, or rather who, she had grabbed.
At that exact moment, she heard a low, familiar groan, barely audible beneath Iris's screaming.
Embarrassment quickly washed over her, replacing her initial panic, as she pieced together what had just happened.
They had slept together countless times in every hotel he had taken her to, but Emerald had never touched him directly with her hand. Even with his trousers in the way, she could feel Alaric's hardness against her palm.
