SOPHIA’S POV
The door shut behind me with a heavy click. His office smelled like leather and expensive cologne, but it was the man behind the desk that stole the air from my lungs.
My mind flickered back to last night when his touch dragged multiple screams out of me, pleasure and rage tangled together until I could hardly breathe.
Heat coiled low as the memory rushed in and the spot between my thighs clenched, damp and aching.
His fingers tapped against the desk now, the same fingers that had been buried deep inside me, commanding my body when I wanted to resist.
I cleared my throat and shook the mental image away. “You called me.”
“You took your time. Where were you?” he asked.
“I had to get past your secretary and your… ex baby mama,” I shot back, my voice snappier than I inten
