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Chapter 8: Desk-Bound Desires

作者: Edwinayuss
last update publish date: 2026-06-18 17:34:37

The boardroom was empty, the scent of Thorne’s expensive, cloying cologne lingering like a bad memory. The heavy oak doors had clicked shut behind the last of the executives, leaving a ringing silence that felt more dangerous than the shouting match that had preceded it.

Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to Elena. He had discarded his suit jacket, and his white shirt was pulled taut across his shoulders. He was staring down at the city, but he wasn't looking at the skyline.
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    The atmosphere in the private office was stifling, the air vibrating with the distant, heavy thud of the clubhouse music. Julian’s hands were no longer the careful, manicured hands of a CEO; they were the hands of a man who broke things to see how they worked."Julian, the people outside..." Elena

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    The roar of the city outside was nothing compared to the roaring in Elena’s ears.Julian’s hand was a searing brand against her skin, his fingers moving with a slow, agonizing possessiveness that made her breath hitch in short, jagged gasps. She was perched on the edge of the mahogany boardroom tab

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