Amara glared at him harder, embarrassed by how steady his heartbeat felt beneath her palm.
“Can you act professional for once?”
Elias leaned even closer until his breath brushed against her skin.
“You’re my wife,” he said quietly. “I don’t need to be professional around you.”
Before she could argue again, Elias lowered his head and caught her lips in a hard, sudden kiss.
Amara barely had time to react before his hand slid around her waist and pulled her sharply against him. Her breath broke against his mouth as her back pressed into the seat, his body leaning over hers, taking space, taking control. The limo felt smaller instantly, the air thick with him.
His lips moved over hers with urgency and hunger. He took her lower lip into his mouth, sucking softly before letting go, only to press in again with his tongue, dragging it over the same spot as if memorizing her. His hand at her waist tightened, fingers pressing into her as if he was making sure she stayed right there.
Amara tried to push at his shoulder, weak and unsteady.
He slowed for a second, his mouth still brushing hers, and then he kissed her again—deeper, firmer, tilting his head to angle the kiss the way he wanted. His other hand moved up to her jaw, holding her face in place so she couldn’t turn away.
Her breath scattered. Every time she tried to pull back, his grip adjusted—at her waist, at her jaw—keeping her exactly where he wanted her, his mouth continuing to move over hers without letting her breathe.
Only after a long moment did he finally loosen his hold, his lips breaking away slowly, as if he didn’t want to fully let go.
Amara stayed frozen, lips parted, breath uneven, staring at him in disbelief as the silence of the limo closed back in around them.
Meanwhile, Elias looked completely calm, like he hadn’t just cornered her in the back of a limo.
Amara quickly snatched her hand back and turned toward the window, trying to hide her burning face.
Elias watched her silently for a moment before a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
When the limo stopped outside a luxury hotel, Amara stepped out and immediately narrowed her eyes at the building.
Then she turned toward Elias suspiciously.
“A hotel?”
Her tone instantly made Felix lower his head and pretend he couldn’t hear anything.
Elias calmly adjusted his cufflinks.
“Yes.”
Amara crossed her arms tightly.
“You brought me to a hotel for a ‘business dinner’?”
The emphasis on business made Elias almost laugh.
He stepped closer to her, lowering his voice slightly.
“If I wanted to bring you here for personal reasons,” he murmured near her ear, “you wouldn’t still be standing outside arguing with me.”
Amara’s face heated instantly.
“You shameless—”
Elias casually walked past her toward the entrance before she could finish cursing him.
Amara glared at his back before following after him in annoyance.