Eleanor’s POV

“You’re staying in the suite tonight.”

I didn’t look up from the tablet when I said it. Rain streaked the glass of another anonymous high floor. Marcus stood just inside the door in the same black suit, earpiece still in, that rigid posture that made my cunt pulse every single time he entered a room.

“Adjoining room is protocol,” he answered, voice even.

“Protocol can go fuck itself.” I set the tablet down and met his eyes. “I want you on this side of the wall. In this bed. Or on the floor. I don’t care which, as long as your hands are on me before the hour...