Ava’s POV

His hands pressed firmly at my ass as he walked me out of the lounge and down the short, empty corridor. The lights were low and the floor was silent. His office door opened under his palm, then closed behind us with a solid click. I heard the lock turn a second later.

He guided me to the center of the room. The desk sat under the soft light coming through the half-closed blinds. With one clean sweep of his arm he cleared it. Papers, a laptop, and a few pens slid off the edge and landed on the floor without care. He turned me to face him....