Zade's Pov

Kiera closed the door behind her with a soft click. She always did that, always made quiet entrances, like a shadow slipping into the room.

Her perfume drifted over to me, familiar and intoxicating, stirring the same hunger I’d had for her since the day I met her. She moved across the office like she owned it, like she owned me.

“Something’s bothering you,” she said, perching on the edge of my desk. Her silk dress clung to her curves, her legs crossing slowly, ...