Sky stirred with a quiet gasp, her lashes fluttering open against the sting of bright office light. The room was still. Too still. The leather couch beneath her was warm from her own body heat, and the air carried that unmistakable scent of s*x and sweat and dominance.
Her throat was dry. Her legs, shaking. Her p***y still throbbed.
Everything came back in a flood.
Xavier’s voice.
The way he f****d her across his desk.
The way he punished her.
The way he whispered her name like it belonged to him, and made her believe it.
She blinked.
As she sat up slowly, the ache between her thighs making her wince. Her fingers trembled as they pushed her hair out of her face, and for a second, she couldn’t speak.
But now?
He stood by the window, straightening his cuffs, flawless in that dark
