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    At that, Vulture straightened, his mind suddenly clear. “Damn it, why didn’t I think of that sooner?”


    Hawk nodded seriously. “Our first step? Persuading Corrine.”


    For the longest time, they had assumed Nate was just another wealthy, powerful man. Now, they knew better.


    The elusive ck Cobra had been hiding in in sight all along.


    Meanwhile, back in their room, Corrine and Nate barely made it through the door before their lips collided in a heated kiss.


    Pressed against the wooden surface, Corrine caressed his shoulder with one hand, the other resting against his chest. Her clear eyes gleamed like a thousand stars.


    “ck Cobra of Skullcrushers?” she murmured, tracing the curve of his lips with the pad of her fingertip. Her touch glided down the sharp line of his jaw, teasing over his corbone, her nails grazing his skin. “You’ve certainly kept that hidden well.”


    Nate swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he caught her wandering hand. “We both have our secrets.”


    She tipped her chin up, cupped his face between her palms, and kissed him again, standing on tiptoe.


    What started as a gentle spark ignited into a wildfire.


    The weight of it was suffocating and inescapable.


    Their fingers entwined. Their breaths tangled.


    In a feverish tangle of limbs, they stumbled toward the bed, their bodies sinking into the plush sheets.


    As they fell, the delicate rose petals scattered across the duvet, flying into the air and fluttering around them like whispers of silk.


    Somended on the nightstand, others clung to Nate’s broad back, while a few nestled into Corrine’s hair and rested against her chest. The subtle fragrance of roses enveloped them.


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    Kneeling on the bed, Nate crushed the petals beneath his weight, their essence bleeding into the sheets.


    The room pulsed with heat, the intoxicating closeness between them dissolving thest remnants of reason, leaving only a heady, inescapable pull.


    However, both Nate and Corrine quickly realized that something wasn’t right.


    The air had a strange sweetness to it, and it smelled like nitrous oxide, the gasmonly known asughing gas.


    Corrine’s dazed expression began to clear up as she looked down at Nate, who was lying beneath her. Nate had noticed the odd scent too.


    His fingers traced the strand of Corrine’s hair that had fallen onto her chest. His eyes narrowed, and a cold, mysterious look flickered in them. When their eyes met, a brief, silent understanding passed between them.


    “We’ve gotpany tonight,” Corrine said, covering her mouth and nose with her shirt. She pulled her long hair over her shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, offering a cool smile. “Using the venttion system for delivery is a clever move.”


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