A knock resonated through Ethan Stark's office study and I'd never been so grateful to be interrupted.

Ten minutes ago I'd been sat on his desk as he ravaged me with his mouth but he'd quickly rejected another round of a makeout he initiated and I was feeling pretty silly.

“I should go,” I rushed right for the door, ignoring the pounding of my heart against my chest and the lingering sensation between my legs.

“Your mom's asking for —” I walked right past Tyler as he spoke, not ...