Chapter 15 · Ch15

No Charity Wash He dropped the phone on my desk after hours and told me to play the tape of a charity quote I hadn't authorized. The floor was empty. Maya was not in the building.

"You looked at Preston in that clip like he could save you," Cade said, and cleared the desk with one arm.

"I'll ruin you right here."

"It was a sound bite."

"It was a look." He shoved my skirt up over the blotter.

"Tell me who owns this body." Office. Desk. Jealousy. No bed. I was soaked and furious. He slid inside standing between my knees, a punishing claim that rattled the pen cup.

"Look at me while I take you. You don't get to sell softness to a man who tried to fire you." I dragged his mouth down so I wouldn't answer the building. We broke on company letterhead. He followed with a groan that sounded like a custody threat turned inside out.

"Don't you dare," I panted, "turn this into a filing."

"I'm turning it into a . The jealousy had a setting that was not a bed: desk, counter, SUV leather, warehouse rust, oak archive —