Sloane spent the rest of the afternoon in a complete haze, her mind drifting back to the feeling of Julian's weight pressing her into the marble and the way he had completely dismantled her pride in less than an hour. She tried to focus on the merger documents, but the legal text blurred together because all she could feel was the lingering ache between her thighs and the ghost of his touch on her skin. Every time she shifted in her office chair, she felt a slick reminder of where he had left her, and the realization that she was now physically branded by the man she was supposed to be fighting made her stomach flip with a mix of dread and hunger. She had spent years building a reputation as the ice queen of the firm, a woman who never let a single emotion slip through the cracks of her pr
