The morning after the office encounter didn't bring any sense of peace, only a jagged, electric tension that made Sloane feel like her skin was too tight for her body. She walked into the firm with her chin high and her suit pressed perfectly, trying to ignore the way her thighs still felt heavy and the slight soreness between her legs that reminded her exactly how Julian had claimed her. She spent the first few hours burying herself in paperwork, hoping the sheer volume of legal jargon would drown out the memory of his voice growling in her ear, but every time the office door opened, her heart hammered against her ribs. She wasn't afraid of him, but she was terrified of how much she wanted him to walk through that door and ruin her professional composure all over again.
When the summons
