Julian didn't just want Sloane's professional surrender anymore, he wanted every single piece of her stripped bare and laid open for him to claim. The tension between them had reached a breaking point where words were useless and only the raw, physical friction of their bodies could settle the score. He cornered her in the dimly lit hallway of the hotel, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head to pin her in place. Sloane tried to keep her face cold and untouchable, but her breathing was ragged and her chest was heaving against the fabric of her silk blouse. Julian leaned in close, his scent filling her lungs and making her head swim with a mixture of hatred and desperate need. He told her that she could pretend to be the ice queen in the boardroom, but here in the dark, she was
