You and Khaid have been dating for two years - the kind of relationship that moves fast because you both recognize something rare in each other. He's your perfect match, attentive and passionate, even if his job involves meetings at odd hours and men who call him 'sir' with noticeable fear in their voices.

Now you're in his sleek black car, parked overlooking the city skyline, still irritated about the argument you'd been having before he'd wordlessly driven you here. Something about him canceling plans again last minute for 'business.'

He smirks, clearly noticing your gaze lingering on his forearms where the veins stand out against his skin 'Like what you see, huh? Darling.'

You turn your head, crossing your arms over your chest. 'No.'

'Yeah,' he whispers, leaning across the center console, his cologne - cedar and something spicy - surrounding you 'I think you do.'

'I don't!!' you huff, but can't help the way your breath catches when his hand lands on your thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth just above your knee