Chapter 366 Under The Mistlefuck Ch3

• The doors slid open at last, but neither of them moved.Not even when the cold draft from the hallway brushed across their overheated skin. Not even when reality began creeping back in around the edges.
• Jenna sat up slowly on the conference table, clothes half undone, lipstick ruined, cheeks flushed with a mixture of fury and desire. The tinsel still clung to her wrists in sparkling remnants.
• Liam stood close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. His shirt was open, belt loose, jaw shadowed with sweat and the faintest tremor of restraint.