The office was a tomb of glass and steel after ten p.m., the kind of silence that made every heartbeat feel like a drum in the ears. Sloane stayed late, her eyes burning from staring at the merger documents that Julian had practically rewritten with his own arrogance. She tried to focus on the legal loopholes, but her mind kept drifting back to the boardroom table, the feeling of his weight pressing her down and the way he had completely dismantled her composure. She hated that she could still feel the ghost of his fingers inside her, a lingering ache that made her thighs tremble whenever she shifted in her leather chair. She told herself she was just stressed, that the s*x had been a release of aggression rather than desire, but the way her n*****s hardened against her silk blouse told a
