Chapter 365 Under The Mistlefuck Ch2

• Jenna didn’t remember how they moved from the arch to the conference table—but the mistletoe stayed overhead, looming like a smug overseer, blinking red and gold in time with her racing heartbeat.
• The table was cold beneath her back. The lights flickered above them as if the building itself was holding its breath.
• Liam’s hands were everywhere—ripping open her blouse, yanking her bra down, palming her breasts with a roughness that made her gasp. His mouth followed, hot and greedy, sucking a bruise just above her nipple that would show in meetings for a week.