Taylor nodded, and Victor smiled as if he were happy that he’d gotten through to her. He was about to stand when Taylor pulled him back to the bed by his shirt.
“Victor?”
“Yes, babe?”
“When you and Rosemary were committing your political manipulation, did you have sex?”
Victor’s smile fell. He cleared his throat and rounded his shoulders. His expression and body language answered Taylor’s question for him.
“That’s what I thought. Get her out of here.”
Victor nodded his head. “Consider it done,” he assured as he stood and left the bedroom.
****
Taylor stood in front of the mirror and brushed her hair into a high bun. She was exhausted and grateful that she’d finally be able to go to bed. Victor had finally gotten rid of Rosemary. He’d ended up calling Gregor and instructing him to pick her up and take her to his penthouse in Storm Tower. Taylor wasn’t too happy about Rosemary sleeping in Victor’s place, but it was a compromise. She would only be staying one night. Lucas, Victor’s younger brother, would be picking her up in the morning to take her someplace safe; hopefully someplace far away.
Taylor realized that she and Victor would eventually have to have a conversation about Rosemary’s return and how it would affect their engagement. The woman had faked her death because she was running for her life, but exactly how was Victor supposed to divorce a dead woman? But the conversation would have to happen at a later time because when Victor stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, Taylor’s body reacted immediately.
She placed the novel she was reading on the nightstand and admired his masculine beauty. His thick, dark hair was still wet and slicked back, showing his perfectly chiseled features. Noticing Taylor’s lustful perusal, Victor grinned, awarding her one sexy dimple.
“Damn, babe.” Taylor sighed. “No man should be this fine.”
Victor smirked. “Fine, huh?”
“Fine as hell,” Taylor confirmed, lifting the sheets for him to join her in bed.
Victor removed the towel from his waist and used it to wipe the excess water from his muscular body. His flirtatious gaze never left Taylor as he stalked around the bed. His fresh, masculine scent, extreme beauty, and sex appeal caused a tightening in her core.
Victor slid into bed and reached for Taylor. He caressed her face and placed sensual kisses along her jawline.
“I love you,” he muttered against her skin.
“I love you,” Taylor purred.
Victor flipped her on her back and climbed on top of her. He pressed his wet, muscular chest against her breasts and kissed her with a hunger that was the proof of his love.
