I sat at the head of the table, tablet balanced in one hand, thumb sliding absently across the screen. Numbers, stock tickers, subject lines, white noise dressed as work. I wasn’t absorbing a word.
I drained half the coffee in one swallow. Heat scalded my throat, but it didn’t register. The real burn sat lower, sharper... every time my mind replayed the library. The scent of her skin. The sound of her voice when she broke.
Amber walked in.
Not silk this time. Simple clothes clinging to her curves in ways that pissed me off just as much. Damp hair curled around her neck, skin still flushed, mouth still swollen where I’d bitten hard enough to mark her. The faint bruise at the base of her throat, my mark, taunted me. My c**k hardened instantly, memory colliding with need.
I didn’t lift my
