Draven's Point Of View
"I have to get back to work."
The words emerged barely above a whisper, yet they sliced through the heavy, salt-sweet air of the boardroom like a dull blade. I didn't release my arms from around her.
Instead, I savored the way she felt right there… a tangle of disheveled hair and flushed skin perched on the lap of the man who controlled her career's trajectory.
There was something intoxicating about the contradiction: her professional ambition warring with the desire that still hummed between us.
I nodded, my jaw grazing her temple. The warmth of her skin against mine sent a possessive thrill through me, one I had no intention of examining too closely. "You should," I murmured, my voice dropping an octave, "before your colleagues start thinking I'm in here subjecting you to some grueling punishment."
