KOURTNEY

The air in the office had become thick, charged with the kind of electricity that precedes a massive storm.

Silas didn't give me time to think, let alone catch my breath. He leaned down slowly, his gaze locked on mine, and when his lips finally met mine, it wasn't a question. It was a takeover.

His tongue parted my lips with a practiced, smooth confidence, and I melted straight into him, savoring the fresh, minty taste of his mouth mixed with an intoxicating taste of coffee.

His hand wrapped around my waist in a possessive, iron hold, pulling me flush against his suit.

He leaned into me, deepening the...