Damian's office was all dark wood and leather, expensive art on the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. He sat behind a massive desk, looking every inch the powerful alpha in his tailored suit.
Damon lounged in a chair by the window, and Silas followed Eve inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
"You called for me?" Eve asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
"We did," Damian said, his eyes traveling over her body. "Come here."
Eve crossed to the desk. Damian stood and turned her to face it, pressing her forward until her upper body was bent over the polished wood.
"Do you know what we've been thinking about all afternoon?" he asked, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh.
"What?"
"This." He flipped up her skirt, finding her panties already damp
