His hand stayed under the heavy curve of my breast for three long seconds.

I could feel the heat of his palm through the silk, the slight pressure of his fingers testing the weight of me. My nipples were so tight they ached. Neither of us spoke. The only sound in the office was the low hum of the city beyond the glass and my own uneven breathing.

Then Adrian exhaled slowly and stepped back.

The loss of his body heat made me sway slightly. He walked around the desk, putting clear space between us, and adjusted his cuffs like nothing had happened. When he looked at me again, his...