Chapter 19

Oberon had tucked her arm into the crook of his elbow as they both went in the elevator so that Oberon could be able to do her bidding.

“That tart tongue of yours…Gods Rhonda how I have missed it,” said Oberon with a contented sigh and then she smirked at him.

“Too much honey for the busy bee, is it?” slinging insults at him was the only thing that could keep her mind and her heart under control which had gone into major overdrive if she thought about their proximity and this intimacy with a casual vibe that they were sharing. The zing that her skin was enduring was something beyond all the bounds of discretion but she was insanely jealous of all the women whom he considered to be his, but she did not want her tart tongue, as he had called it, the only thing to show that.

To her intense relief, he laughed out loud and his green eyes danced with wicked mirth at her. His skin on hers were shooting pleasure along her nerve endings and the spine that she thought to be