Louise was straddling Andy in his oversized executive chair, the ridiculously expensive leather groaning in protest beneath them. Andy’s hands, which usually commanded multi-million dollar deals, were now ruthlessly commanding the line of her spine, pulling her tighter against the hard, unyielding plane of his body.
His possessiveness, which she had so expertly weaponized against David, was currently being displayed in stunning, devastating detail.
"This is exactly why you're too much," Louise gasped, tilting her head back as Andy’s lips trailed a path of fire from her jawline to the frantic pulse in her throat. "No self-control."
"Control is overrated," Andy countered, his voice rough. "Especially when the yield is this high."
He twisted in the chair, a sudden, powerful movement tha
