Waylen's body grew tense.

It had been a long while since he had been intimate, and the sight before him proved too much to resist.

He was not a man to suppress his desires. He wanted her. He desired a fresh start with her. With such intentions, he carried no psychological burden in possessing her and sharing a night of passion.

Waylen removed his tweed coat, revealing a sophisticated business suit underneath.

With delicate precision, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, his Adam's apple gracefully bobbed.