The next second, the car entered a newly constructed tunnel. The tunnel was pitch black, with no lights installed yet.
At least this spared Grace Quinn from being seen in her current disheveled state by Kathy.
She forced herself to stay clear-headed, pushing away the thoughts swirling in her mind.
She had no idea how long this tunnel was. Bracing against the man's body, she tried to lift herself up, eager to put some distance between them.
But just as she moved, John Amster lowered his head, and in that instant, her soft lips brushed against his.
The fleeting touch was like a feather gliding over the heart—light yet electrifying. Grace quickly pulled away.
A spark was enough to start a wildfire.
The next moment, a large hand firmly cupped the back of her head, and his warm lips pressed down over hers.
Dominant. Overpowering.
There was no hesitation—only a fierce, possessive hunger that claimed everything that was hers.
