Amidst her frantic, breathy pleas and the erratic hitches in her breathing, Xena Harrison felt the sharp, definitive shredding of her sheer crystal stockings. The sound was a jagged tear in the quiet, followed immediately by the violent tug of her backless dress as the delicate silk seams were compromised. In that staggering moment of realization, the former Prom Queen knew that the sophisticated fortress she had built around herself had been completely overrun. She had never expected, not even in her most fevered anxieties about the city’s predators, that Ace Kane—the man who had just delivered a lecture on reclaiming her discarded dignity—would be the one to claim her with such feral intensity in the heart of an executive booth.
The overwhelming sensory storm that followed was proof eno
