Chapter 6

The days after I left Tristan’s penthouse blurred together in the most delicious way. Back in my small apartment, surrounded by fabric swatches and half-finished mood boards for client projects, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every time I sat at my desk, my mind drifted to the way his broad shoulders flexed when he moved above me, the deep rumble of his voice in my ear, and how perfectly he filled me. I would catch myself staring out the window, thighs pressing together at the memory of his hands gripping my hips. Normal life felt pale compared to the heat he brought into my world.

We arranged...