He pulls his thumb free. A string of saliva connects my lips to his skin like glistening pearls.
“Now,” he says, and his free hand moves to his belt—
I jerk awake so fast I nearly fall out of my chair.
The files scatter everywhere. My notes go flying. I’m gasping like a landed fish.
And Lukas Lazarev is standing in front of my desk.
He’s in a charcoal gray suit this evening. Or is it morning now? I can’t tell. My brain isn’t working. My body is still caught in the dream, still throbbing, still wanting.
“You fell asleep,” he observes.
I blink at him. “I— I guess so. Sorry. I was just—”
He looks at the mess of papers around me, then back at my face. “Get up,” he says. “I’m taking you home.”
The thought of that happening immediately sets my cheeks aflame. “That’s not necessary. I c
