Sloane spent the next few days in a state of constant, vibrating tension because every time she looked at Julian across a boardroom table, she could still feel the phantom pressure of his body pinning her against the wall. She tried to maintain her mask of cold professionalism, keeping her voice steady and her arguments sharp, but the secret knowledge of how she sounded when he was deep inside her made it almost impossible to focus on the legal technicalities of the merger. She could see him watching her, his eyes tracking the movement of her lips or the way she shifted in her seat, and she knew he was enjoying the torture of it, knowing that he had successfully dismantled the ice queen and left her craving for more. Every time their eyes met, it wasn't a business negotiation anymore, it w
