Bound by boardroom

across from her, swirling amber liquid in his glass, his gaze relentless. The office felt smaller now, the air thick with unspoken things. "Enough," he said abruptly, setting the glass down w

u signed up for this. For me." His free hand found her thigh, sliding up under her skirt, the rough pads of his fingers igniting her skin. "Tell me to stop." She couldn't. Wouldn't. "Don't," she breathed, and it was all the permission he needed. In one swift move, he lifted her onto the desk, papers scattering to the floor. Her legs parted instinctively as he stepped between them, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point, and she arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips. "You have no idea what you've started," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down in a single, deliberate motion. The cool air hit her, sharp against the heat building inside, and she shivered. "Damien-" His name slipped out, a plea, a surrender. He paused, eyes locking onto hers, dark and wild. "Say it again." "Damien," she repeated, softer, and it broke something in him. He s