Sloane woke up the next morning feeling like her body had been put through a meat grinder, but the ache in her hips and the soreness in her breasts felt like a victory she didn't want to let go of. She stayed in Julian's bed for an hour, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the way he had completely broken her down on that desk, and she realized with a terrifying clarity that she no longer cared about the merger or the professional war they were supposed to be fighting. The power dynamic had shifted in a way that made her feel exposed and raw, and while the old Sloane would have been horrified by the loss of control, this new version of her was just waiting for the moment he would touch her again. She could still feel the ghost of his weight on top of her and the way his seed had fill
