Briar Point of view
Her chest rose and fell as she lay on the carpet beside her bare, heated body. The afterglow of their steamy encounter still pulsed through her. Every inch of her skin felt hypersensitive, even the hard peaks of her n*****s ached with lingering pleasure.
Briar lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling of Chase’s office. She could hardly believe she had let things go this far—to actually sleep with her devastatingly handsome boss. It was a dangerous game she was playing.
“Dammit, Briar” he muttered under his breath.
She turned her head. Chase’s hair was deliciously mussed from where he’d run his fingers through it. He looked at her with those dark, intense eyes. She swallowed hard. Why did he have to look so irresistible right after s*x? That bad-boy edge combined
