Jessica rose from the couch the instant she heard the handle turn.
Mark entered the office like a man starved of patience and full of purpose. His face was a storm—focused, flushed with intensity, jaw tight with tension he clearly hadn't managed to burn off. His strides were long, deliberate, as though every step was pulling him away from restraint and deeper into something he couldn’t deny.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t pause. He just looked at her—and that look alone was enough to make her breath catch. Desire, raw and unfiltered, blazed in his eyes. The file tucked under his arm slipped from his grip and hit the floor with a dull thud, pages spilling like scattered thoughts, completely ignored.
Before she could say a word, Mark was on her.
He pulled her up into him, his mouth crashing dow
