The rain hammered the tall windows of the dining room in steady sheets, turning the Seattle night into a blurred gray curtain. Crystal glasses caught the light from the low chandelier. Victoria’s voice carried easily across the long table as she spoke about a client presentation that had gone better than expected.

Elena kept her eyes on her plate. The aftershocks of the orgasm Marcus had given her under the table still fluttered low in her belly. Her bare toes brushed the edge of his shoe once, accidental, and the contact sent a fresh pulse of heat through her. She pulled her foot back, heart thudding.

Marcus sat at the...