Ten minutes after he’d f****d me on his desk, I was still trembling, my thighs slick, blouse hanging open like a surrender flag. Callum tucked himself away calmly.
“Walk,” he said.
I tried to fix my skirt, but he caught my wrist. “Leave it. I like you ruined.”
He led me half-naked, heels clicking, down the dark hallway to the executive conference room. Motion-sensor lights flickered on as we entered, a twenty-foot slab, twenty leather chairs, floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. The city sparkled below colourfully.
He flicked one switch, and the automated blinds stayed open.
“Monday at eight,” he said, voice low, “the entire board will sit right here.” He patted the glossy table. “I want them to smell you on the wood when they walk in.”
My breath hitched. “Callum—”
“Hands on th
