When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 227

As soon as Dorothea stepped into the private elevator for the presidential suite, Latham’s kisses came in a rush, overwhelming her from behind.

When the elevator doors slid shut, it felt like the rest of the world just faded away.

Latham gently cupped the back of her head, shielding her from the chill of the elevator wall while his other hand swiped the key card and pressed the button for the top floor. His lips found hers, sure and hungry.

The elevator doors opened and Dorothea’s heart skipped a beat.

She’d played by the rules for twenty-five years. Never once had she done something this wild, this daring.

“Latham, let’s get to the room,” she whispered.

He grinned, the mischief sparkling in his eyes impossible to miss. “We’ll make it there. Eventually.”

They stumbled out of the elevator, all tangled up, almost tripping over each other until Latham finally managed to open the door.

The overhead lights snapped on, making them both squint at the sudden brightness.

Dorothea’s skin was flushed, pink spreading from her cheeks to her ears and down her neck.

Latham’s eyes darkened with want, and he pulled her into an even deeper kiss.

She was dizzy, pinned against the cool glass of the full-length mirror, her lashes fluttering. Every sensation was turned up, too much and somehow not enough.

A thin strand of spit broke between them in the soft hotel light.

Latham rested his forehead against hers and caught his breath. “So, what is it you like about me?”

She’d come all this way just to tell him how she felt. He needed to hear it. Maybe more than once.

“My good looks, or is it something else?”

Dorothea bit her lip, still breathing hard, and shot him an unfiltered eye roll. “Latham, you’re seriously full of yourself.”

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