Marian PearlsThe world narrowed to the scent of him: old leather, crisp alpha musk, and the dark, feral spice of the tea I’d slipped into his coffee. Jake’s office, his domain of polished oak and intimidating authority, was now just the backdrop to the storm I’d unleashed.My bare back was flush against the cold mahogany of his desk, papers crinkling under my weight. His heat radiated into me, a furnace stoked to a breaking point.“Jake,” I breathed, my voice a barely-there whisper laced with false surprise.His growl was pure animal, rumbling from his chest and vibrating deep into my core. His eyes, usually a sharp, commanding grey, burned with a molten silver hunger. The carefully measured dose in his tea had worked perfectly. He wasn’t just aroused; he was consumed by it.His hands, big and calloused from years of dominance, roamed my naked skin, not with tenderness, but with a frantic, greedy possession. He squeezed my breast, his thumb scraping over the pebbled peak, sending a s
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