Irina and Bella left the meeting room and walked briskly out of the building... but Bella couldn't hold back for long.
They barely made it to a narrow corridor before Bella stopped.
She caught Irina by the arm, pulled her toward the wall, and kissed her.
Hard.
"You were incredibly sexy in there..."
Irina's back met the wall. Bella's hands cupped her face, and the touch carried a heat that made her knees weaken.
Loving this woman was a torment.
A sweet, delicious torment.
For a few seconds, neither of them seemed capable of remembering where they were.
The world could have stopped.
The negotiations, the lawyers, the contracts, the threats, the future they had just fought so fiercely to protect—all of it disappeared beneath the simple warmth of their lips.
Even if their penance meant burning in hell afterward...
It would have been worth it.
Irina finally pulled back just enough to breathe.
She was completely breathless, her lips tingling, her hair slightly disheveled.
