(LUCIAN'S POV)

It had been forty-eight hours since Evelyn Carter had walked out of my office, and I was losing my fucking mind.

For two days, her presence had haunted this apartment. I’d see the ghost of her in the chair opposite mine, her eyes wide with that delicious, terrified arousal. I’d hear the echo of her broken gasp when she said my name. It was a constant, maddening obsession that had sunk its teeth into me and refused to let go. I, a man who prided himself on absolute control, was being consumed by the thought of a suburban housewife in a beige dress.

I needed a release. A...