Vivian sat slumped against the wall outside Christopher’s office, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her mind was a battlefield of want and restraint, the memory of Christopher’s touch igniting a fire that refused to be extinguished.
She could still feel the phantom weight of his hands on her hips, the lingering burn of his lips against her skin. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her, and she quickly pressed her fingers to her mouth, horrified by the sound.
God, why does he do this to me?
Her body betrayed her resolve. She could almost see it—his strong hands gripping her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto his desk. Her blouse undone, her bare back pressing against the cool surface as he kissed his way down her neck.
One leg hooked around his waist, the oth
