Austin shut the door with a slam, his back hitting the wall as if the solid wood could anchor him. The leather folder bit into his palm, but it wasn’t the documents making his hands shake. It was *her*.
Lucy.
The image refused to fade. She had stood there like living firelight bare, golden skin glowing under the lamp, every curve etched into his memory with merciless clarity. The elegant line of her spine, the soft dip of her waist flaring into the lush curve of her hips, the perfect swell of her breasts with their soft, rosy peaks that had tightened under his stare. He remembered the way her breath hitched, lifting them slightly before she clutched the sheet to hide them. The long, smooth stretch of her thighs. The faint flush spread across her chest and up her neck when their eyes loc
