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    Leif, stationed by the sleek ck car, sprang into action. He swung the door open with a practiced nod, his face betraying nothing.


    Norton, with a swift motion, deposited Yvonne onto the leather seat, the movement less gentle than she expected.


    The partition rose with a soft whir, sealing them in a private cocoon. Norton shut the door and without pause, pulled Yvonne close. His arm encircled her waist, possessive and firm.


    “What are you doing?” Yvonne’s voice wavered, a mix of confusion and curiosity as she tilted her head to meet his gaze.


    He offered no reply. Instead, his hand found the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair. He leaned in, his lips iming hers in a kiss that was both fierce and deliberate.


    Yvonne’s breath hitched, her defenses crumbling under the intensity of his touch. The kiss deepened, urgent and consuming, as if he sought to erase every doubt between them.


    Her body yielded, softening against him. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his suit, anchoring her to the moment. She could not resist—not him, not now.


    After what felt like an eternity, Norton drew back.


    His gaze lingered on her, tracing the curve of her swollen lips and the haze in her eyes. His thumb grazed her lower lip, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver.


    through her. Desire flickered in his darkened eyes, and he leaned in again, as if drawn by an invisible tether. Yvonne’s breath came in uneven gasps. She pressed her palms against his chest, a weak attempt to create space.


    Her strength was no match for his, but Norton paused, his eyes locked on her flushed face. Her chest rose and fell, betraying her rattledposure. “I will let you off this time,” he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. “But if I find you alone with Ethan again, I cannot make promises about what I will do.”


    He guided her to sit upright, his hands steady as he fastened her seatbelt with care. Then he leaned back against the window, his jaw clenched as he stared out into the night, wrestling with the heat still simmering within.


    Yvonne’s mind spun, Norton’s words echoing in her thoughts. She hesitated, then reached out, her fingers brushing his sleeve with a tentative tug.


    Norton’s eyes flicked open, sharp and searching as they met hers. Her voice, still unsteady from their earlier intensity, trembled slightly. “It is not what you think.”


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    His brow arched, skepticism etched into his features. “Then what is it?” His tone was cool, almost challenging.


    Yvonne cleared her throat, her fingers twisting nervously in herp. “I did not n to attend the event tonight,” she exined, her words earnest. “The editor-in-chief fell ill and begged me to take his ce at thest minute. He asked me directly—I could not say no.”


    Norton’s gaze remained fixed on her, his expression softening but still guarded. “And why keep it from me?”


    She lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was there for thepany, representing the magazine at an industry event. Ethan had to be there too—it was expected. I know you do not like him. If I had told you, you would have stopped me.”


    Norton’s breath escaped in a sharp, icy huff. “Do not let that happen again,” he said, his voice clipped, eyes narrowing as he nced back at her.


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