I didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, I reached up, caught the loose knot of his tie, and pulled him down to me again. Marcus let out a low groan against my throat, his hands sliding firmly under my thighs to lift me onto the edge of the mahogany desk. The cold surface of the … Read more
We both froze for a second, listening to the heavy footsteps echoing down the marble corridor. Marcus didn’t panic, though his hand slid off mine just as the shadow of the night security guard appeared past the frosted glass wall. I grabbed the printed Zurich sheet off the desk and held it up like we … Read more
My heels were killing me by 11:15 PM, and the cold takeout coffee on my desk tasted like wet cardboard. Everyone else on the 42nd floor had packed up and gone home hours ago. Even the cleaning crew had already passed through, leaving behind that faint smell of lemon bleach and stale air conditioning. Outside, … Read more