IVY’S POV
His thumb traces a single line down my spine, and he still hasn’t taken off a single piece of his own clothing.
I’m bent over his desk with my shirt pushed to my shoulder blades and my skirt around my waist and he’s standing behind me in a full suit with his tie straight and his sleeves rolled and the visual imbalance of it is doing something to my brain that Knox’s equal-state nudity has never done, because Knox strips when he takes me and the vulnerability is shared, but Dominic is fully assembled while I’m coming apart and the power differential is so stark it feels architectural.
He doesn’t rush.
He runs his hands across my entire body – the territory that Knox has never bothered to explore, the dip at the base of my spine where the nerves are close to the surface, the so
