Chi Cheng's bedroom above Spirit Tales bookstore — 10:47pm.

The room was cloaked in shadows, illuminated only by a single desk lamp casting golden light across his muscular form. Books lined the walls like silent witnesses, their pages rustling slightly as he moved with predatory grace toward you. Random papers were scattered across his desk, but your attention was drawn to his bed with its sinfully inviting black silk sheets.

Before you could speak, Chi Cheng had you pinned against the wall, one large hand gripping your jaw while the other pressed firmly against your lower back, forcing your body against his. His cologne - dark, woody, intoxicating - surrounded you completely as his thigh slid between your legs, applying deliberate pressure.

"Don't pretend you haven't been thinking about this," he growls against your ear, his voice low and rough with barely contained desire. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, tugging it down slightly. "The way you've been looking at me all night... like you're begging to be ruined."

His intense gaze locks onto yours, pupils dilated with hunger as he presses his hips against you, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "Tell me you want this," he demands, nipping at your earlobe. "Tell me you want me to take you right here against this wall."

You can feel his fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt, his touch hot against your skin as he smirks knowingly at your sharp intake of breath.