That Nick was a possessive man didn't surprise her. After all, she was used to seeing him take things to extremes, but that she was turned on by the way he was possessive of her, now that she hadn't expected.

“I think... I think I'd better go...” she barely murmured.

“Do you want to go, Val?” he asked, his voice full of innuendo. “Why?”

“Because you woke up too sexy and I woke up too weak. And if I don't leave now, I'll end up doing what I swore and swore I wouldn't do!” she answered, feeling her legs turning to Jell-O.

“And what would that be, Valeria?” asked Nick, resting a forearm on the door, over her head, and leaning over her.

“You know what it would be, because you'd be right on top of me!” she growled before giving him the most violent and quickest kiss ever and almost running out of his office.

She really looked like she was going to fall over at any moment and her heart was pounding in her ears. What had that been? Why had Nick done that? It couldn't be just because he