The heavy oak door of Jason’s office remained locked, shutting out the rest of the world and leaving only the heavy, ragged sound of their breathing filling the silence.

Selina stood pinned against the mahogany desk, her legs weak, her pulse hammering wildly against her ribs. Jason’s hands were still resting warm and solid against her hips, his chest heaving against hers. The sharp, overwhelming fog of lust slowly began to clear, leaving behind a raw, painful vulnerability in the air between them.

Selina’s hands trembled where they rested on his broad shoulders. She looked down at herself, four buttons of her silk blouse undone, her bra pushed aside, her...