The next morning, Marcus arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain his iron grip on his sanity. He’d barely slept, his mind tormented by the filthy loop of his own undoing. The way he’d exploded like an untried boy all over his desk, spurting thick ropes of c*m just from imagining Sienna Cole’s mouth, was pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen again.
By nine o’clock, Sienna strolled in wearing another wickedly tailored outfit—a crisp light blue blouse that strained against the fabric hugging her heavy, aching t**s, and a dark pencil skirt that looked practically painted onto her lush curves. The top two buttons were popped open, revealing the delicate dip of her collarbone and the deep, shadowed valley of her cleavage.
"Morning, Mr. Kane," Sienna said brightly, th
