Chapter 13

Elsa

I led him to my office, heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. As soon as we entered, Drake locked the door behind us, and I moved to pull down the blinds on the glass wall facing the corridor.

The moment the blinds closed, he was on me, turning me around and pressing me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine,

hungrier than before, all pretense of control gone. His hands were everywhere-in my hair, on my breasts, sliding up my skirt.

“Two months,” he growled against my neck. “Two fucking months without this.” He bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to mark.

“Mine.”

I should have fought him. Should have maintained some dignity. Instead, I melted against him, my body betraying all my resolutions.