SEBASTIAN

I walked back to my office with a smirk tugging at my lips. One of my colleagues was talking beside me, saying something about projections or a client call we needed to schedule, but none of it stuck. My head wasn’t in the conversation at all.

No. My mind was on Vivian.

The way she’d squirmed in that chair, biting her lip so hard to stop the sounds I was pulling out of her. The way her knuckles went white against that notepad while I worked her open under the damn conference ...