Liam was aware of the office staring at them as he urged Mia—his hand still wrapped around her elbow—across the main floor of the office and into his sanctum. He slammed the door closed and released her, shaking his hand out to get rid of the tingling sensation that had been burning up his arm since he touched her. Releasing her was the last thing he wanted to do. What he really wanted was to push her against his desk, kiss the ever-living shit out of her and then reacquaint himself with her body.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he stalked around the desk to put the large, solid piece of...