I stood up, lifting her with me, and sat her down right on top of the desk. Piles of folders slid to the floor, spilling papers everywhere.
"Silas!" she gasped, her hands reaching out to steady herself. "Your work!"
"It can wait," I growled.
I stepped between her legs, my hands finding the hem of her dress. I pushed it up, my palms hot against her soft thighs. I could feel my wolf pushing to the surface, wanting to mark her, wanting to claim every inch of her right here in the place where I was supposed to be a "professional."
"The meeting," she whispered, her breath hitching as I kissed her neck. "They’re waiting for you."
Just as she said it, there was a knock on the heavy office door.
"Lord Silas?" Marcus’s voice came through. "The investors are asking for a timeline. Should I bri
