MAYA
My heart was still hammering from Dad's bombshell, that gasp hanging in the air like a guillotine. Marriage alliance? To some faceless heir? But under the desk, trapped in this sinful moment, my hand was already moving on instinct- sliding higher, boldly cupping the thick, hard bulge straining against Tristan's pants.
God, he was massive, throbbing under my palm even through the fabric. I squeezed softly, feeling him twitch, pulse with raw need. The jealousy radiating off him was like a drug, fueling my fire.
Dad continued, oblivious. "You know the tycoon, Anthony Reed. He's one of the renowned names in the industry- old money, new power. His son, Andre, is a nice lad. Polished, successful. He would be suitable for Maya, don't you think? Steady influence for her."
Tristan's jaw cl
