“Ruby.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
My breath leaves me in a rough exhale.
“Then I’m taking you,” I murmur, voice low, close to losing control.
“And I’m not holding back.”
RUBY
His mouth trails down my neck. His hands slide beneath fabric. Heat surges everywhere he touches.
I pull him in. He lifts me higher. His breath hits my ear, low, hungry, wrecking.
And when he finally lowers his lips to my skin, Everything dissolves.
The tinted room. The table. The world.
Just him and me and the way he whispers my name right before the rest of the night swallows us whole.
CHAPTER 36
Ruby
Iwake up feeling… sore.
Not in a “ran a marathon” way. In a “last night was a spiritual event” way.
My body feels warm all over. My lips feel used. My thighs feel like they’ve beenhandled.
Oh god.
I groan and cover my face.
Everything comes back in flashes:
His mouth.
His hands.
The table.
The whispered “Good girl.”
The way he held me afterward, breathing hard against my skin like he couldn’t let go.
My entire body heats.
“NO,” I tell myself. “We are NOT thinking about that. We are thinking about NOTHING.”
But my body remembers. Oh, it remembers.
I have The Glow. The dreaded, unmistakable, post-kissing-your-billionaire-boss glow.
I shower, dress, and try desperately to look like a woman who didnotmake stupidly intimate decisions in a tinted-glass conference room.
I fail.
