(Dominic’s POV)
She licked her lips as I pulled her upright, that same glint in her eyes—the one that said she knew she had me by the throat and she planned to keep squeezing.
Not a chance in hell.
I gripped her wrist, spun her effortlessly, and pressed her hands flat on the desk. My other hand swept everything else off—papers, pens, her precious legal file—like it didn’t matter. Because it didn’t.
“You want to play dirty?” I said, crowding her from behind. “Let me show you what that actually looks like.”
She glanced back at me, flushed, mouth parted. Still catching her breath. But I saw the way her thighs shifted, just slightly. She was wet again. Maybe still.
I reached down, yanked her panties down in one motion. She gasped, stumbled forward on her toes.
I caught them before they
