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The heavy door clicked shut, sealing them in the penthouse’s opulent silence. Harry didn’t hesitate. Before you could drop her clutch, he pinned her against the cold wall, his breath hot and possessive against her neck. The city lights blurred behind him, irrelevant compared to the dark intensity in his amber eyes. He gripped her waist, his voice rough with jealousy. “You smiled at him too long,” he murmured, his wedding ring glinting as his hand trailed down her zipper, slow and deliberate. The air crackled with tension, thick with sandalwood and desire.