Carmen's POV
After the meeting, Carmen followed Crandon to his office on the 9th floor. As soon as the office door clicked shut, Carmen turned the lock. The sound echoed like a secret pact. No sooner had her fingers left the handle than Crandon grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. His mouth was on hers in a heartbeat—demanding, deep, filled with a hunger that made her head spin.
His hands roamed over her hips and up her back, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t stand an inch of space between them. His lips left hers only to travel down her neck, kissing and tasting as he whispered things that made her legs weak.
“Go to the desk,” he said, voice hoarse with need. “Turn around. I wanna taste you.”
Carmen didn’t hesitate. The way he said it made her blood rush. She walked over
