The days after the board meeting blurred into a dangerous new rhythm.
Mornings were spent in strategy sessions and client meetings where my title as Attorney Agreste now carried real weight. Afternoons were filled with case research and revisions. But evenings — and the long nights that followed — belonged to the apartment.
And to Shawn.
He had stopped pretending the three-foot rule existed. The moment I walked through the door each night, he was on me — hungry, possessive, almost desperate. Like every hour apart had been a punishment he could barely endure.
Tonight was no different.
I had barely kicked off my heels when he pinned me against the entrance wall, mouth crashing down on mine in a deep, claiming kiss. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my thighs as he lifted me, my le
