The stillness inside the master bedroom of the quite rented house was heavy, broken only by the steady, rhythmic patter of rain against the glass windowpane and the sound of Thomas's strained, ragged breathing.
Bound securely to the dark wooden headboard by his own silk tie and the heavy fabric sashes, Thomas Bolduc lay flat on his back, completely exposed to the woman above him. The six-foot-three corporate titan, who wielded absolute authority over international boardrooms and managed thousands of employees, had surrendered every ounce of his physical power.
Jen sat astride his firm hips, looking down at him with dark, resolute eyes. She wore only a sheer black silk nightgown, her long dark hair falling over her bare shoulders in soft, disheveled waves.
" You think you can just march
