CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
~ Stephano
I slammed the office door shut so hard the f*****g windows rattled. I ropped into my chair like gravity had tripled. For a second, I just sat there, chest heaving, fists clenched so tight my knuckles cracked.
Fucking women. f*****g Camilla. What the hell was her problem?
I raked a hand through my hair, dragging it back roughly, breathing hard. And then I saw it.
Her panties, lying there on the floor. A tiny scrap of lace, still twisted from the way I’d peeled it off her ass before bending her over my desk.
I stared at them for a long second, my c**k throbbing again in my slacks, already half-hard like my body didn’t give a f**k about the fight, about the screaming.
Of course it didn’t.
It remembered the way she felt around me. Tight. Hot. Goddamn perfe
