Sylvia's POV
Caesar's words hung in the air between us, unfinished but charged with meaning.
Before I could respond, his strong hands settled naturally on my waist, preventing me from stumbling backward against my desk.
With just the slightest pressure from those powerful hands, he pulled me closer, eliminating what little space remained between us.
My form-fitting business attire did nothing to disguise the softness of my body as it pressed against his rock-hard chest.
I felt him tense at the contact, his breath catching.
The wolf inside me hummed with satisfaction at his reaction—clearly, his body craved me as much as mine secretly yearned for him.
Heat rushed to my face.
"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, trying to sound outraged despite my racing pu
