Rosvisser’s wrists were pinned above her head, held firmly against the headboard by Leon. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, leaving her entirely at his mercy in this vulnerable position.

But instead of struggling, Rosvisser remained calm and collected, a teasing glint in her eye as she asked softly, “It’s nearly dinnertime… Aren’t you worried a maid might come knocking for us?”

Of course, she had already instructed Milan that neither she nor Leon would be attending dinner tonight. There was no risk of interruption, even if they decided to skip the pleasantries and get straight to “work.”