"You're mine."
Damien’s voice was low, rough, and commanding — the kind that slipped under Briar’s skin and set every nerve alight. He pulled out just enough to make her whimper, then thrust back into her with a force that stole her breath.
"Mine to kiss," he growled, his lips brushing her ear, "to suck, and to f**k whenever I please."
Briar shuddered as his words sank into her, the heat in his voice making her entire body tighten with want.
"That’s what you want," he murmured, thrusting deeper this time, the desk beneath her creaking. "That’s why you came back… not for the job. You came back for my c**k. Isn’t that right?"
Her breath hitched, caught between denial and surrender. She tried to speak, but all that left her lips was a strained, desperate sound.
"I… I don’t know," she wh
