Chapter 112

Carl’s kiss was domineering, leaving Renee no chance to resist. His lips pressed against hers, tasting every bit of the wine lingering there.

Renee raised her hands to push against his chest, but the moment her palms touched his skin, she felt his breath hitch, and his kiss became even more intense.

But that wasn’t enough. Once a man has had a taste of something he desires, how could he go back to restraining himself?

Carl was still a man, after all.

He lifted Renee onto the wine table, his sweater riding up to reveal the pale skin of her legs. His hands began to roam over her body.

Just as Renee was figuring out how to push him away, his phone rang.

Annoyed, Carl propped himself up, glanced at the caller ID, and answered.

“Jackson.”

“Mr. Grey, Miss Simmons slipped in the bathroom and fell. She landed on her injured hand, and she says the pain is excruciating. I’ve called an ambulance to take her to the hospital.”

“Bring some clothes to the wine cellar.”

“The wine cellar? Ye